My hubby is the best storyteller. I had no idea. While we were driving around today they were griping and complaining so much I started to laugh because they were driving me crazy. (You know, the crazy kind of laughter, not the ha, ha funny kind of laughter.) So, to get them to zip their lips, he started in with the story of Peter and the Wolf with voices and everything. They begged for another one after that so he told them a Scottish story about a fox and a scone and then he told them another Scottish one (kind of like Hansel and Gretel) about a little boy, an oven and some pudding. They wanted me to tell them stories, too, but after that kind of performance there was no way I was going to even attempt to tell them a story.
Hidden Talents
Monday, July 30, 2007
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