Every evening after Amelia does her 20 minutes of mandatory bedtime reading she insists that I make-up three stories. This has been going on for months.
"Mom I cannot sleep until I hear your stories," She tells me.
I am beginning to run out of ideas. Within the last couple of weeks Amelia has decided to let me off the hook. I make-up two and she makes up one. Her stories are hilarious and morbid. Tonight's was about a zombie that ate every single person in the world. His belly exploded and gooey people ran out of it. The earth was filled with slimy half zombie people. Crazy-right? Do I need to send my kid to a shrink? Perhaps.
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