Chase is really obsessed with listening to me tell him
stories that I make up- I do this when I can’t stand one more minute of
Dora the Explorer. The stories usually consist
of a little pirate boy named Chasey who
sails the ocean blue in search of long lost treasure (pretty original huh?)
or about the old Daddy who peed in his
undies (which just so happens to be Chase’s personal favorite).
But the other night Chase decided he wanted to tell me a
story for a change and this was his story (verbatim)......
“Once upon a time
there was a little prince named Chasey, who lived up high in a castle. Then he lassoed a princess and trapped her
forever. The end.”
Yikes- I don’t know if
I have been watching too many episodes of Criminal Minds, but I’m thinking I
may need to report this to the FBI so they can keep him on their “too watch”
list in case any princesses get abducted and trapped forever. I’ll
tell you one thing- I may never feel comfortable turning my back to him ever
again and never will I buy him a lasso (I can cross that off of his Christmas
wishlist).
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