Truman has become very interested in listening to stories. I am impressed with how quietly he sits, looking off into space, imagining the characters in his mind. I often tell him classics like Three Little Pigs and Goldilocks, but recently he has been asking for adventure stories that I make up on the fly. Here is how it usually goes: (T in blue, M in purple, J in green)
Tell me a song about two boys.
Do you mean a story about two boys?
The one where they went on the mountain.
Once upon a time, there were two boys who went on an adventure on Mt. Rainier.
Quinn and Truman?
Yes, Quinn and Truman.
Once upon a time, there were three boys who went on an adventure on Mt. Rainier. First they packed their bags. They brought a first aid kit, a compass, warm socks, peanut butter sandwiches, cheese and crackers, and apples.
And they hiked up the snowy trail and they saw mountain goats and eagles. It was a bluebird sky and the top of the mountain was all the way in the clouds. Soon they came to a lake and they decided to fish for rainbow trout.
They got out their fishing rods. . .
Truman had two fishing rods.
Well why does he need two?
And Rowan and Quinn had two fishing rods too.
Well that doesn't surprise me, but I still don't know why they need two rods. I bet their mommies think that is a bit much.
[Long sigh from across the room].
Pretty soon they catch some big fish and the sun starts to set. They hike back down the mountain and head home to their mommies. They had a great adventure on Mt. Rainier.
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Now do the song about two boys who go on a boat. . . .