My Son,The Storyteller

Two posts in one day....guess I'm making up for the last couple weeks!

I just came back downstairs after hearing Nolan tell Matt and me his "scary story". He told us that we had to all be in bed, and he would tell us. So we all get in the bed, and luckily in a very dark room (to conceal laughter), and Nolan begins his story - in his scary storytelling voice (which you can only imagine how cute that is!). "One night, a very scary ghost booed right into a house..." He went on the tell us how the ghost left one house, then he "began to go to another house, where a little girl lived." The story then diverted to "the next morning, the girl and the ghost went to the ice cream truck, and the ice cream truck guy said 'what's your favorite ice cream'." I was nearly in hysterics by this point, but did my very best to keep my laughter bottled up! I know he was being so serious, and didn't want to be laughed at... The story continued with the ice cream melting into the sewer and making a "kerplunk" sound. He finally wrapped it up with a "and he lived happily ever after". The story may not make a lot of sense...but to him it does. I love to encourage his creativity, and his imagination fascinates me. He pulled so many different "big" words into the story and his sequencing was great. I could actually pinpoint some of the books in which he pulled the word or idea from!

I'm sure this is one of those "you had to be there" moments, but I still had to share.

Hey Teresa, I'm sure he'd love to make up a story for you when you come to visit! Or maybe next time he talks to you on the phone!