Each night after books are read and sheets tucked, Child Harbat asks for a story. At first it was a simple request but now is delivered like Meg Ryan’s restaurant orders from When Harry Met Sally. There are requests for specific characters doing specific things, in a detailed setting of her choosing. This leaves me, the storyteller, feeling more like a McDonald’s clerk rather than a chef. Where’s my freedom for creativity? So most nights I give her the story she wants, in the most horrible fashion, then tell a second one that’s actually creative and interesting. Let’s call the first story the sacrificial lamb. I’ll call it Stories My Daughter Hates. Now follows the first of many, told last night.
Once upon a time there was a sparkle kitty rainbow princess unicorn glitter pony. Her name was Barbie Lareessa Coco. She lived up in the clouds, which were actually made of cotton candy. She ate all the cotton candy clouds until she got heavy and fell to the ground like a meteorite. Everyone said, “Oh dear.”
THE END
I should point out the name and some story details were requested by Child Harbat. The rest were [ahem] creative license. I should also point out that her response to my story was a scowling face and a scissor kick to my lower back. Tonight I will try for top honors of Worst Story Ever. Stay tuned!
Writer, architect, father, husband.
Ha ha ha! I almost fell out of my chair reading that. LOL. I will look forward the second installment.
Glad you liked it. I still laughed when writing it, mostly remembering her angry reaction.
Don’t worry. Mom will have great stories from ComicCon of monsters, ghouls, and princesses galore.
I’m sharing a bed with Li’l D this weekend, so I had to work hard to restrain my minutes of laughter on reading this . . . the first time and the second time!
My story about Ponyington Pony from Ponyville is still working for me!