future horror director hones her craft

Annie’s story requests continue to develop:

“Tell me a story about when Elsa was driving with her dad, and he turned off his headlights, and all the other cars did too, and then they all had a big crash, and then the wolves and the coyotes and the werewolves and the hyenas came–”

“And the lions!” (Paul)

“And the lions came, and they couldn’t call anyone because they didn’t have their phones.”

So I told it to them, naturally. Spoiler alert: Elsa makes a big ice bubble to keep the scary animals away, and they wait it out until a police helicopter spots them in the morning. Phew.

tell me a story

I’m starting a log of the hilarious (?) story requests I receive from Annie and Paul (but mostly Annie), for their entertainment and sensemaking, and you tell me when to call the child psychologist.

  • Tell me a story about when Dory got stung by jellyfish.
  • Tell me a story about when Elsa killed a pig and cooked it for her family.
  • Tell me a story about Bambi, when the hunters shot his mother and she died.
  • Tell me a BRAND NEW story, and it has to be a LONG story. You can decide what it’s about.
  • Tell me a story about Elsa when Elsa was a gnat and a spider got her.
  • Tell me a story about when Elsa put her monster truck in the bath.
  • Tell me a story about when Holly Shiftwell DIED.