Story time

I got Emma off to school yesterday and as soon as the boys and I got home Marshall said to me. "Mommy" starting in a low pitch raising slightly like I was in trouble. "Its time to cuddle" who can say no to that? Zach said lets play memory. As he's climbing up to the bed. I just want to play a game, as he's pulling the blankets up. I just don't want to cuddle as he lays his head on me. (Yeah right) So I have both my boys happy as can be. Then Marshall said okay now its story time. Whenever he says that I tell him that he can go first because I want to hear his imagination untainted by my thoughts. His stories are always about giants. This time a bad giant was going to eat a little boy. Then came along the good giant to save the little boy. I got to talking to Ryan later and he filled me in. He said oh yeah was the big giant a police man and takes a gun to work? I said no, but then it clicked, the good giant is dad. Its fun to get the perspective of a 3 year old. We are all giants to him. I cant imagine walking around someone that is 3 times as tall as me all day. Thank goodness for dads that save the day.

Welcome to the land of Giants! Unfortunately, this giant is very bad at memory, those midgets beat me every time.