...I suspect I may be the luckiest kid in the world

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


I'm still very regularly asked for a story. MLF3 is very gracious - it can be about anything - "deine sisters or brother, Mami or Papi or Puss Puss or Tesse."

Really - the choice is mine. The problem is: I've no more stories to tell. None. I've told her every anecdote I can think of about my life and the lives of family members and pets. And then some. I'm not above embellishing a few details.

So this week I've started on Fairy Tales. She is mostly unaware of all fairy tales and the slate is clean and blank and all mine.
I began with Jack and the Beanstalk a few days ago. She loved it. But she was so scared. No kidding. I must be a better story teller than I realize.
Cinderella was today and - again, I am an awesome story teller. She loved it.
Although as I was telling the story - I identified with Cinderella a little more than I would have liked.

"The Mother did not like Cinderella. She made her do all the cleaning. She had to do all the cooking. She had to do all the vacuuming."

-"But why?"

"Because the Mother did not like her. She had to make all the beds. She had to do all the washing. Cinderella had to work very hard."

And in other news: I almost ran into my Host Mother this morning. And she nearly ran into me.
I was turning back into our street with the car and she was leaving on her Vespa and we very nearly met in the middle.
Could have been worse, could have been much much worse. Whew.

Note to self: In future times, when you read this blog - you were not feeling like Cinderella. Put your rose-coloured glasses back on.


  1. Tell her the one about Dad and Sammy the Seal at Esperance....love you xo

  2. Tell her that Puss Puss used to creep into your room and sleep on your bed...but leave out the part about you having hissy fits...She might get the idea that you didn't like Puss Puss.

  3. I think you should start telling these stories at the meetings on Wednesday. Also this Wednesday want to go halfsies on a lunch of bread and finger staining meat?