Stories

Nora's latest obsession is stories. All day, she asks for stories from the adults around her. She'll ask for the story of one of the Disney princesses, or the 3 little pigs, or Goldilocks, or other such things. If it's my dad, she'll ask to hear about the She-Bear, or the nice wolf, or the magic bed (he makes up stories for her). But during our last beach trip, she made up her own story. It went something like this:

Cecilia threw a chicken in the river. Then the flies came and got all over Nora's shirt. Then it started to rain.

Amanda and I had the same question when first hearing the story from Nora (we didn't hear it together). Was it a live chicken or the kind you eat? Nora told Amanda it was the kind you eat. Amanda replied that in that case, throwing it in the river seemed wasteful. Later when I asked, it was a live chicken (a case of Nora avoiding censure? Perhaps).