I have good intentions of finishing our Europe trip posts, blogging about Christmas, and blogging about flying alone with two kids, but for now I'll post the bedtime story C told me tonight.
As I was putting her to bed I asked her to tell me a bedtime story.
Word for word, this was her story:
"Once upon a time there was a little girl named Mom. And she had a little dog named Ollie. And he died. Because he wanted food and she didn't give him any."
And that was the end.
