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a two year old's stories and songs

when we got to school this morning,
john wanted to go on a slide -
very specifically, THAT slide.
as a part of our night-night routine, i often tell john a story, and frequently sing songs as well. so it comes as no surprise that he's recently started to tell stories to me, too, and to sing songs.

i thought i'd share the lyrics to john's version of 'twinkle twinkle little star,' per last night's performance.

"twinkle twinkle twinkle star
how i how what you mommy
h i j k ellmenohpeee
up above sky so high
twinkle twinkle twinkle star!"

but the piece de resistance last night was john's story that he told me. typically i tell him very short stories about toys that like to play with john and his best friend buddy. they encounter some kind of trouble, john and/or buddy and/or daddy saves the day, and they go back to playing alllllll dayy looong.

so john informed me that *he* was going to tell *me* a story. and it went like this:

"once a time, there orange truck. play with john and buddy! oh, no! orange truck wheel broken! oh, no! daddy fix it. yay daddy! play alllll dayyyy long. the end."

i'm telling you, this kid has a career in storytelling. but that may just be a mommy speaking.
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