Yeah, I Do Think My Kid Is Special

Ironflower will be three in December. Tonight as she got into her pajamas she told me this story:

Once upon a time in a land-land far away, a very pretty witch walked down the street. She had a wish. Then her friend came. Her name was Princess Fiona. But she was too sad to play because Shrek pushed her. So kitty had to think, think.

Then Ironflower broke off to request a specific pair of pajamas and that was the end. It took all my self-control not to go all first grade teacher on her and ask leading questions that would make the story cohesive. Or at least give it a conclusion. But since she hasn't even started preschool yet, I held off.

Still, I'm pretty proud of her. After I wrote it all down so I wouldn't forget it, she drew an accompanying picture. I've had first graders who couldn't have come up with so much detail, nor could they have drawn pictures to go with their stories. Okay, well, those kids had some problems, but I still think Ironflower's story is pretty awesome.