Methinks the Grimms Fairy Tales are Sinking In
Wednesday 10.29.08Driving home from preschool:
“Today we play on the playground.”
“Oh, how nice!”
“Yeah, we play Mama’n'Daddy’n'Brudder’n'Sister”
“Ah. And what do you do?”
“We run around. And Daddy fell down, and he died.”
“. . . Really?”
“Yep, dead.”
“Oh. . . . Were you Daddy?”
“Nope, that’s C. We just laugh.”
“As do I. When your father falls down. And dies.”
“Yeah. I have applesauce bread now?”
Well, that’s the way we all played house when I was growing up. Oh wait, no. That’s the depressing stories I wrote in dramatic writing 101. Scratch that. You’re kid’s friends are strange.
I don’t know about you, but I always want applesauce bread after watching someone die.
Ok – I just realized how awful that sounded. I meant in a funny, kid-playing way!!!