A Storyteller at Heart

Oh my goodness, this girly...

...she has my heart. We got to go on a mommy-daughter date last week, and it was so precious. We just went shopping, to lunch, and then to starbuck's for coffee (for me) and hot chocolate (for her) to curl up with some beloved books.

And let me tell you, her books are definitely beloved. Books and stories of all kinds sweep her up. She's kind of like her mother, isn't she?

One day recently, after I had told every single possible combination of events to craft up a story about princesses and dragons that my brain could muster on not enough sleep and too much caffeine, I suggested, "Why don't you tell me a story, baby girl?"

Sister delivered. So now her favorite thing is to tell me stories. And for posterity (as well as your enjoyment), I had her tell me one today while I sat at the computer and transcribed it. Most stories run along this general theme, although sometimes there's more killing and soldiers. (She does have an older brother, after all.)

So now, in Little Lady's words, a princess story. No, a dragon story. Well, actually, it's a story about a princess and a dragon, Mama.

Once there was a daddy who was mean, and the dragon was mean too. So the dragon throwed (sic) sand at everyone and made them mean, and made them yucky rules like they had to sit in the mud and throw dirt at each other. But the mommy was a good queen, and she said no no no, because she wanted everyone to obey God’s word and honor Him. So, then there was a princess who obeyed the mommy’s rules and then everybody else wanted to obey too, because the good princess was so good and kind and pretty in her heart, so they all obeyed the good queen and God’s word instead of the cruel, wicked dragon.

The end