Ever since we moved into our new house, the night time ritual for the kids has changed. Instead of a prolonged Lord of the Rings: Return of the King ending in which we had to do shadow puppets, tell stories, chase a flashlight, and say farewell to our friend Frodo with some very interesting subtext, the new ritual consists of one thing: a story.
I tell each of the kids an impromptu story that is created from Emma's and Andrew's suggestions. Granted, the suggestions aren't always very exciting, but the kids enjoy the stories nonetheless.
Emma has become very interested with the Disney Princesses. She really likes Belle, and Emma recently created a profile on Match.com looking for a prince.
Every night, Emma asks me to tell her a story about a princess. So every night, I begin her story with the following: Once upon a time, there was the most beautiful princess in all the land. And her name was Princess...
And then Emma will always chime in with a cheerful, "EMMA!"
I have a feeling Andrew is growing tired of Emma's princess stories because the other night he chimed in with his two cents.
I started out with my usual, "Once upon a time, there was the most beautiful princess in all the land. And her name was Princess..."
But before Emma could happily scream out her name, Andrew butted in by screaming a sarcastic, "POO-POO!"
Let's just hope that Princess Poo-Poo bares no resemblance to Rapunzel because who the hell knows what she may let down.
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