Just Mixin' It Up . . .

I peeked in my room the other day and saw Madeline lounging with some quality reading material. I love her position here. She has been positively obsessed with stories lately, whether from books, my imagination, or past events. Responding to her prompts is like a game.

Madeline: "Mommy, tell me a story."
Me: "About what?"
Madeline: "Beans."

Or something else equally as random. It takes me back to school days when I wrote millions of essays on the spot with just a short (and often unexpected) prompt . . . but this is a lot more fun.

The other day I told Madeline about the time my older sisters and I put the sprinkler in the living room. After I finished, she declared, "Mommy, tell me that story FOUR TIMES. I really LIKE that story, Mommy."

I made sure to throw in a good moral so she wouldn't pull the same stunt on me.