Growing up I loved to tell stories. My imagination was quite vivid and it was often how I entertained myself. Ok so actually that was when I was a bit younger. When I got older I used my story telling abilities to stay out late get myself out of jams. (FINE! Some may call my story telling as a teenager more closely related to lying but I was a teenager after all.)
Anyway, last night I realized that my lovely little Ainsley has inherited my same gift of storytelling. Her big brother and I were treated to a “scary” Halloween story tonight which sounded remarkably like a cross between “How to Train Your Dragon” and “Sleeping Beauty”. It also repeated itself a couple of times but either way it’s too cute for words!
Now I just have to wait and hope that as she gets older her story telling stays cute!