So… tonight we were eating dinner and the usual statement was made, “tell a story.” This time it wasn’t a round story, Wesley assigned daddy to the story telling task. TC began telling a story about a little boy named Besley. Immediately Wesley wanted to be in the story too. He always does, when you tell him stories about your childhood he always has to be included. So anyway, TC told the tale of Wesley and Besley. It was a mundane tale. They did things like eat their dinner, take a bath, finish reading Harry Potter, etc., etc. But then Besley didn’t end at the dinner table as stories normally do. Besley went to the shower with Wesley to fight the “soap pirates”, Besley got into bed with Wesley for Harry Potter, Besley has a baby sister named Shollis, TC went to get Wesley some water and I heard Wesley yell, “two waters.” Wesley came into my room to tell me goodnight, and I said, “how is your friend Besley?” Wesley said, “he is just my story friend.” That may be so, but I have a feeling the tales of Besley have just begun.

The inaugural scooter ride. We don’t have a helmet yet, but he was going so slow I think he could have injured himself worse walking… that and TC was not permitted to let go. We’ll keep practicing (and buy a helmet).

 

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