story

On our way home today Miah suddenly asked, "Do you want to hear a story?" Wow. What a story. Daddy emerged as the secondary character--don't ask me who the primary character was--and they went flying, had a Christmas party, and all sorts of fantastic things. "Did you like my story?" she asked when she thought it was over and I thought we were still flying over Christmas parties. It's like this all evening, up until she goes to bed and we have to concoct stories about the shadows that will "get her." Tonight Mark told her they were asleep. That seemed to work, but I'm starting to realize how much work it is to keep up with her whims.