
Last night Elizabeth came to stay. One day during the week she asked me if she could sleep at my house and what kind on nannie would I be if I had said 'no'. So last night she asked me for a story and I told her 'Little Red Riding Hood' ( she likes all the old fairy tales best)..we told a nice version of the classic tale and she sat entranced throughout, eyes like saucers.
At the end I said, 'Did you like that story?' and quick as a flash she said 'yes' in a matter of fact kind of a way that really said ' it was ok'. So quizzing a bit and looking for a bit of reassurance I asked ' do you like nannies stories?' she thought a bit and then said 'I like my daddies stories' so I had to ask 'Why's that then?' ...I couldn't argue with the answer.....
'My daddy tells me beautiful stories'...I am happy to play second fiddle to that....
Aren't children wonderful?




