Freya has been telling lots of improbable stories about a boy called Joshua, who is loosely based on a real boy who used to go to creche. They tend to go along the lines of "Daddy, when I went to Joshua's house the other day, he was picking his nose and eating boogers". On Friday night she was beginning one of these stories, and she paused and looked at me with a smile "Daddy, I just like making up stories about Joshua. All sorts of different stories."
We were discussing the revolting heat wave which has laid waste to our garden this week. I said to Freya that the last time it was this hot in Melbourne, Uncle Dave was a baby. "Did he have a beard?" she asked. She then told me about a baby she had seen who had a beard and teeth and could talk and run. In later versions of the story the baby kills people.
Today I mentioned that Uncle Pete used to bite Uncle Dave. "Did he have a bruise?" Freya asked. "I guess so," I replied. "It went away because he heals up very well, even though I know he's really old."
We were discussing the revolting heat wave which has laid waste to our garden this week. I said to Freya that the last time it was this hot in Melbourne, Uncle Dave was a baby. "Did he have a beard?" she asked. She then told me about a baby she had seen who had a beard and teeth and could talk and run. In later versions of the story the baby kills people.
Today I mentioned that Uncle Pete used to bite Uncle Dave. "Did he have a bruise?" Freya asked. "I guess so," I replied. "It went away because he heals up very well, even though I know he's really old."
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