When Abi is sitting on the potty I often tell her a story. Sometimes it's a book, sometimes a Bible story, sometimes I just recap what we've done that day. This morning, as I was taking my turn in the bathroom, Abi came in and put her hand on my knee and asked sweetly, "Can I tell you a story mama?" How could I resist? Here is the story of David and Goliath she told me, as best as I can remember:
Once Upon a Time, there was a boy named David, and he was a good little boy. And he had lots of brothers...doo gabba gabba bar oh dah gooby-doo...Then Abi went to bed. And the boy came to play. Then...Goliath came. Then...(looking at the tub)...I took a bath. And then we goed camping! And we goed to the mountains! And after we goed to the mountains, we see the lizards, then after we go to the lizards, we go to GRANDMA'S HOUSE!! Then we came back home and took a little nap. And then...it was time for bed. The End!
I'm so glad the spiritual seeds I'm sowing are taking root, haha!