Words and stories

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.

And Rowan?

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 candy?

And candy.

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.

The end.

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Now do the song about two boys who go on a boat. . . .