Read Me, Momma

The other night when putting Allison to bed, I decided to tell her a story about when she was a baby and she thought that was funny. The next night I put her to bed and she told me "Read Me, Momma." Luckily I remembered that I told her a story the night before and assumed that was what she wanted. When I finished with her story, she said "Read Mia, Momma", so I told her a story about Amelia.  Now she is really into me telling stories.

The only thing is that I stink at telling stories. Creative writing was never my forte in school. They say stick with what you know best, so I guess I will tell her stories about when she was a baby.  I told her that she used to cry and cry and she thought that was funny (there goes my plan for making her feel guilty about her colicky days in an effort to get a better Mother's Day present some year). When I was putting her to bed last night, she was laying on her tummy and her butt was up in the air a little, so I told her how she used to sleep with her butt right up in the air (I still haven't figured out how babies can do that).  When it comes to telling stories about Amelia, I always end it how Amelia had a excellent big sister named Allison that took very good care of her and gave her lots of hugs and kisses. When I tell that story, Allison always gets a very proud grin on her face. 

Now lets hope that Allison doesn't get into stories about fairies, princesses, and fantasy kingdoms, because I'm toast if she does. Anyone have cliff notes on those subjects?