TJ is almost 3; older now than Louisette was when he was born.
A couple of days ago he said, “I tell stories to you.”
“Oh good,” I said. “I’m listening.”
“This story called: Little-Big!” he said. “I biiiiiiiiiig dinosaur, and Mummy little dinosaur.”
“Oh!” I said. “I like this story. What happens next?”
“I eat you! I eat you all up!”
“Oh!” I said, as he acted out this grisly tale. “And then what happens?”
“You all gone.”
“I’m all gone,” I agreed. “There’s no Mummy here any more. And then what happens?”
“I spit you out, ptuey!” he said. “Now you back here.”
“And then what happens?” I asked.
“That end.”
It’s not his very first story – I think that one was, “Look! I make bridge! People walk across bridge! The end!”
Recorded here for posterity.
