dinner conversation

(as retold by mama and papa)

Down the stairs she walks with confidence and purpose.  In her hands was a rock garden water feature used as part of our bedtime routine.  The garden had been put in storage months ago.

She sat down at the dinner table with her story queued up.

Picking up one stone after another, the conversation turned story turned drama. . . 

THIS is a macada duck. Quack. Quack. Quack (in the highest and screechiest of voices).

THIS is a white duck. Quack. Quack. Quack (a little less screechy this time).

THIS is a black duck. Quack. Quack. Quack (her voice normalizing).

Quack. Quack. Quack. (looking at the rock in surprise) You're supposed to be a lion.

THIS is a double-chocolate fudge swirl rock.  Where if you press the button, chocolate syrup will come out (she presses the entire rock to demonstrate).

Picking up another stone. . .

If you press the button on this purse rock, a purse will hop on your shoulder.  Only if you are a girl.

If you press the button on this rock, a hat will go on your head.  Only if you are a boy.

When big sister tried to join in on story-telling, the batteries in the rocks stopped working.

Realizing mama was in the background snapping pics, the last rock turned camera.  You hold it up to your eye, you see, and press the button.

This creative and impromptu story told all the while she was casually and frequently sneaking a peak of her reflection in the dining room window.

Our little storyteller is getting quite creative, she is.  And we love it!