Bedtime Stories

Tonight at bedtime, while the storms raged outside, Ethan, the almost three-and-a-half-year old, told the most fabulous story about all sorts of mythical creatures, a rabbit named Peter, a boy, and a rainstorm. My favorite part, though, was when he described an epic battle:

"And then, a bear came up. And then, a dragon came up to them. And then, a monster came. And a scarrry ghost. And then, a DINOSAUR came. And they all got into this huge fight. And then, the Dinosaur WON!"

He then repeated almost verbatim parts of a story I had just made up about a bunny named Harold and a little boy, and how on the third night he petted the bunny "so gently." Of course, then there was another battle, later on, and Ethan ended it with this pronouncement: "And the car won. And he ate all the other bodies up."

I love that kid.

Ethan, ecstatic at a recent party, on left. Calvin, right, seems perplexed.