story

So, the boys were already in bed when I came home form babysitting Ava.  Our ritual has become the telling and retelling of stories about everything that went on while I was gone (for 2 1/2 hrs.).

So the boys told me that they went to Grandpa's and they ate candy--the orange gummy slices--and grandpa would come over soon and eat popsicles with them.

"Sounds like you guys had lots of fun!"  I have my arms wrapped around Noah.  "Give me a hug and kiss!"
Noah: "No!  I didn't tell you story yet!"
Me:  "Yes, you did.  You told me about seeing grandpa and eating the orange candy."
Noah:  "That not story!  That words!"

oh, honey.