PJ told me a story today. I sat him on our bed and said, “Is it time for a story?” PJ immediately started in, “One day there was a little pig.”
“Oh really!” I said, “and what did that pig do?”
“He was on the sidewalk. On a crack.”
“Oh?” I said. “Did he fall down?”
“Momma kissed it… Poppa kissed it.”
“Where was he going on the sidewalk?” I asked.
“To the park.”
“What did he do at the park?”
“He swing. Higher and higher. Poppa pushed him. He all done with the swing.”
“Then what did he do?” I asked.
“He climbed. And went down the rainbow slide.”
“Wow, that sounds fun!” I said. And that was the end of the story!
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