The boys have been in the car alot this weekend, with all of the traveling we have been doing. Tonight we went up to Ikeys Birthday Party in SLC, and on the way home, the boys were getting uncomfortable, and I was trying to think of some ways to occupy there attention.
I told them a story of a beautiful princess duck who falls in love with another young duck who is an excellent swimmer. (the duck theme was inspired by a duck that flew in front of our car…) I wove a tale that I felt like was entertaining. After finishing this story, Tucker wanted to tell Tru and I a story, this is how I remember hearing the story:
Tucker: Once there was a bug, and it was next to a dog.
Then the dog ate the bug, and the bug couldn’t get out.
So then the bug pushed his way out of the dog’s poop hole, then a duck came, and he pushed them over, and the dog landed on the bug, so it killed him.
Then a superhero came and got the bad guys, so there skeletons popped out.
Then a penguin came, and got the superhero, and his skeleton popped out, then because he was a superhero, the skeleton went back in again.
THEN, the superhero went back and got the bad penguin, he pushed him in a hole.
The End.
(Big Smile)
When I heard this, I was trying to hold in my “inner giggle”, how did we go from “duck love” to “poop holes” and “skeletons”? I could never tell a story like this, my brain doesn’t work this way. Thank goodness these boys have a father whose brain once told stories similar to this, because I was grossed out. Little Boys Brains, what crazy thoughts must bounce around in there.