Once upon a time...

Last night I overhead Charlotte telling Evelyn a story. They were getting ready for bed and Charlotte was holding Evelyn in her lap like a baby and telling her this story. "Once upon a time there was a little girl named Evelyn. She was watching a show with Charlotte..." Then E started to squirm and didn't want to be held like a baby anymore. This was the sweetest thing ever. We tell Charlotte stories every night before bed and she can't get enough. She is constantly asking us to tell her stories. "Tell me about when you were a little girl or when Daddy was a little boy"(Grandma G, I don't know any "Daddy as a little boy" stories to share, hopefully you can give me some ideas...). She loves to hear about how, when I was a little girl, I would sneak out of my bed and hide behind a chair and watch tv. My parents would find me, fast asleep behind the chair when they got up to go to bed. I hope I'm not giving her any ideas! She also wants me to constantly tell her about how she grew in my tummy and how when it was time, we went to the hospital, etc. She has to hear the entire story. Or I have to tell her about when Daddy was in Grandma's tummy. You get the picture...
Maybe she will be an author of some great literature someday. Or at least a creative and imaginative girl!