At a family Halloween party Mago got a little bag of various Haloween-themed toys, which we were playing with the other day. One of them was a blank notepad with a skull on it, which I turned the pages of, prompting Mago to pretend to write a story in it.
Me: What is the story about?
Mago: A little boy.
Me: What did the little boy do?
Mago: He was playing with a toy.
Me: Then what happened?
Mago: His daddy came and took it away.
Me: Then what happened?
Mago: He cried.
Me: The little boy cried?
Mago: Yeah.
Me: Then what happened?
Mago: His daddy gave it back. And they lived happy ever.
Tia sent me an Instant Message with this one from Mago – the monitor he mentions rests on a counter above a hard floor:
Mom, I could hear you through the monitor. And I kept turning it on and off. But then the kitchen floor turned it off… so I couldn’t hear you anymore.