Our daughter who is 3 years old, like many girls her age, loves to dress up, play pretend, dance and tell stories.
One day she put on her pink tutu, spun in a circle with her pink crocodile toy, and asked me to tell her a story.
What story do you want, about a mouse, maybe?
No, Mama, she said. About a pink crocodile.
Oh, okay. I said.
And a girl ghost and they played hide and seek, she added.
You see, the story sort of told itself, between my little daughter and me.
Once upon a time, there was a pink crocodile. There was also a girl ghost and they were friends. And friends ate a cake. a Birthday cake. They ate it but a scary ghost want the birthday cake! The friends made the scary ghost into a happy ghost!! Then, they played hide and seek. They counted and hid under the table.
then, something outside the room caught her attention and the story ended, just like that.