Every night, Daddy or I tell Wesley a bedtime story (after we've read books and he's in bed with the lights out). Tonight, I asked him to tell me a story instead. Here's what he said:
Once upon a time, there was a big Mommy named Kim (I think this is because I start every story with Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Wesley) and she was outside gardening on her pear tree. Then, the pear tree speared!
(Mommy: "Speared?" Wesley: "Yes, speared." Mommy: "Do you mean 'disappeared'?" Wesley: "Oh yes, disappeared"). The pear tree disappeared.
Then, the whole house disappeared. Then, do you know what happened Mommy? (Mommy: "No! What happened next?") Then... there was a dinosaur! (Mommy: "gasp!") But, then the dinosaur disappeared too.
Then, do you know what happened Mommy? (Mommy: "No, what happened?") Then, you disappeared! (Mommy: "Oh no! Where did I go?")
You went to jail! (Mommy: "Oh dear, why did I have to go to jail?" Because you were bad, Mommy. You made everything disappear! The End.