One of the things that I loved about my father was his ability to tell a story. He used to make up tales for my younger brother and I that would have us enthralled. They were never true, rarely politically correct, and hardly ever appropriate, but they were entertaining. For example, he used to tell us that every night, he would climb a huge ladder to paint the sky, and that’s why the sunsets were always so colorful. I believed some of these stories until I was well into high school. To this day, it is difficult to figure out what is true and what’s made up when you talk to my dad.
I’m nowhere near as good as my father is when it comes to this, but I still like spin a yarn for the kids every once in a while. I don’t do it very often anymore because they both love books so much that it’s easier to get them to sit still if you’re reading to them than if you’re telling a story. I promised my daughter that I would tell her one tonight though.
Last night we were watching How to Train Your Dragon, and at one point, I leaned over and asked my daughter, “Did I ever tell you about the time that I pet a dragon?” She looked at me with huge eyes and gave me an excited “no.” I told her to remind me, and I would tell her the story later. I can’t speak for other kids, but it is a horrible idea to tell my daughter something hoping that she’ll just forget about it. She has an incredible memory, and she will call you on it every time. Thankfully, by the time the movie was over, it was past her bed time, so I got a reprieve until tonight (although she made sure to remind me of it this morning).
As a result, I have the rest of the day to develop a story about how I came to pet a dragon. I already have the basic framework down, but it’s the details that make the tales fun. Tomorrow, I’ll blog the story (at least the parts I can remember). This is something that I really enjoy, and I’ve decided that I’m going to do it more often. Whenever possible, I’ll share the stories with you. If you like them or find them entertaining, feel free to share them with your little ones. Maybe, my imagination and lack of regard for things such as "not actually possible" can make your bedtimes easier.