Big Brother is five years old, and is a born storyteller if ever there was one. He makes up stories to tell to his brother. He makes up stories to tell to us. But his favourite thing is to create “puppet shows” where he can set the stage with his toys and then use them to make up a story. Then, it’s the toys who have the starring role.
Some days it’s a joy to listen to.
This is one of those days.
His story today went something like this:
Sir Silver and Sir Black are facing off on the top of a tower. There’s a dragon nearby, and a T-Rex across the river.
Sir Silver: You’ll never get away with this!
Sir Black: Haha! Yes I will! And now I’m going to kill you for NO REASON!
Sir Silver: Noooo! I’m going to hit you on the head as hard as I can! *bash*
Sir Black: *crying* What did you do that for?
Sir Silver: Because you said you were going to kill me.
Sir Black: But I was only playing a game. I wasn’t really going to kill you.
Sir Silver: Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were playing a game. Do you want to be friends?
Sir Black: Okay.
…and that’s when the horde of zombies attacked.
Do your children delight you with their storytelling abilities?