The Big Bad Pig

Tonight we were tucking the girls into bed. I knelt proudly on the floor next to Emma and softly talked to her as Momma was tending to Chloe on the other side of the room. She smiled up at me and in her sweet little voice told me how hard she played on the "big kid" playground at school, and that she colored a rainbow for me during color time. This is the best part of the day for me. It's not that i'm getting to put the kids to bed to have some peace and quiet. I love them all the time. However, when they are sleepy-eyed and silly, and feel safe and loved, and know they have my full attention - well that is just heaven from a father's perspective.

"Emma, will you tell me a bed-time story?" I quietly asked.

"Sure Daddy!" she replied with excitement.

There was a pause here and I think she sensed I was really going to listen to her. She had this look on her face which was a mix of excitement and sheer terror - almost as if she was thinking in her little mind "Oh boy I better make this good for Daddy!"

Now somewhere along the line in her thought process, I think she got a little ahead of herself. I can't remember it word-for-word because I was laughing so much. However, her bed-time story for me went something like this....

"Once upon a time there were three
little bears and they lived in this big house.
And there was a little girl but not a big girl, Daddy.
And her name was Rapunzel. And the Big Bad Pig
knocked in the door and gobbled them all up like this

WAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She was tickling me and just giggling. I've been laughing about the Big Bad Pig all night.