Grace's favorite part of her bedtime routine is of course, "story-time." Every night we do two "Grace and Eli (her best friend)" stories and one "Jesus story". Grace has developed a very high standard for what she calls, "good stories" and "not such a good story." So last night, we didn't put her down until after nine, I thought she was falling asleep during her story so I didn't put too much effort into making it good. In fact, I didn't even know what I was talking about I was so sure she was sleeping. In the middle of it though, Grace sat up asking for some clarification as clearly my story had not made sense.
I felt guilty for not making it a better story so I got on my game immediatlely. I quickly turned a simple story about a day at the zoo into a dramatic action thriller, with my wife falling into the lions den. If your thinking there's something wrong with me for telling a two year old such an awful story, I agree. I was in the moment, what can I say? Mom was going to get rescued of course, but by the time I made the most life-like lion growl that I could muster, Grace was deep under the covers squeezing me for dear life. At first I thought she was playing along, but I quickly realized that she was quite scared. Thankfully she let me "try again". I ended up doing a story about a petting zoo where Grace got to take home a baby deer. Thankfully two-year olds forgive and forget better than we do. Peace, Jeremy
