Tonight’s Bedtime Story
byTracey just told me I am terrible at bedtime stories. What do you think?
Tracey just told me I am terrible at bedtime stories. What do you think?
“You know what Mum wants for Mothers Day?” Miss5 asked me. “Me,” I told her confidently.
Even now, well over thirty years after the fact, I have fond memories of playing Lego on the lounge room floor of my family home in Port Moresby.
“I want a story,” Miss4 demanded when I was tucking her into bed.
There were none to hand because the books were at the other end of the house in the dining room.
“Let’s make a story up,” I suggested.
“Are you sure this movie is suitable for the kids?” my wife asked me with more than a hint of skepticism in her voice. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked, nor was it the second. Or third.