Monday, August 18, 2008

Bee stories

For the past two weeks, Z. has been in a phase of wanting bee stories told to her. Bee stories are made up on the spot, and the protagonist is a bee. That's it, those are the rules of the genre in their entirety.

A. and I are getting mightily tired, not to say slap-happy, about the bee stories.

Z: Mama, will you tell me a stoawie about a bee.

S: Once there was a bee who got trapped in a car. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzzzzzz. She went all around the car, buzzing at all the windows, and the people in the car got scared the bee was going to sting them. Then a little girl in her carseat told the grownups to roll down the -- do windows even get rolled down anymore?--to put down the, to lower the windows, so the bee flew out. The end.

Z: Mommy, now it's youah teun to tell a stoawie about a bee!

A: (groans)


Magpie said...

No getting Z. to tell the story? No, of course not.

Anonymous said...

Well, who doesn't love a good bee stoawie? :)

S. said...

Magpie, sometimes she says "I'm too tiyeud to tell a bee staowie...youah teun!"

luckybuzz, welcome to my wee commentariat! And next time I'm putting her on the phone to you!

kathy a. said...

just too cute!

the kids and i had a story game called "the land of bob" -- everyone was called bob, they liked bobby pins and bobbing for apples, hilarity ensued when the bobs got mixed up, etc. that was so long ago...