A little tale for the Grandchildren

There is nothing like seeing children’s eyes light up and to see their smiles brighten on their faces as the words come rushing out of my mouth. I have been making up stories for at least 4 decades or more and I love how my children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews react to what I so love doing. Tonight it was a poop story called “Once upon a poop” as my Granddaughter was sitting on the potty and asked me to tell her a story. I couldn’t believe how funny poop could be, yet it made her laugh hysterically. Oh the wonders of make believe. I have been thinking that I would love to teach a class to other parents, seniors and anyone that was interested in the art of storytelling. It may be an art that could be passed on for generations and imagine the stories we can all tell.