Saturday, August 8, 2015


*A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2015*

Telling me a story.  You have become very interested in storytelling this summer, mostly listening to stories before bedtime but also occasionally telling me one.  You always supply the subject of the story, which ranges from "a dragon" to "a toilet" to "all the things" (which means vacuums, suitcases, fans and toilets, just a few of your favorite things).  "This one will have all the things!" you say, meaning that I should find a way to work these objects into the story as I tell it.  It's a challenge to come up with five new toilet stories every night, so I'm hoping you'll move on to new areas of interest soon.  Here, you are telling me one, which went as follows: "Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Matteo who lived at the edge of the forest.  One day he went blueberry picking in the forest.  He found a vacuum and he was soooo happy.  The end."

1 comment:

  1. He is so cute! So grown up. I hope I can meet him sometime, here out west. oxoxo