Tuesday Already?

I'm such a flake, and not very good at storytelling. Well, wait. That's not completely true. There was a time that I'd lie in bed with my kids. Instead of reading a book (I was too tired,) I'd tell them a story. Most of the time I'd make it up as I went. One of their favorites was about some kids that were their same ages, who loved playing in the closet. Invariably when they'd exit the closet, they'd be transported somewhere else. Kids are so easy to please. I could get away with telling the same story a bazillion times and they were delighted. Some liked me to change it up, others wanted it exactly the same. Simple. Joyful. Bliss.


The last night Hilary and I were in Arizona, my sister-in-law said to my neice, "Tara, it's bedtime. Do you want to give everyone a hug good-night?" Little Tara looked at her dad, then at me and said, "Well....not everybody." I laughed.