Sunshine loves telling stories. I suppose most kids do, but she will tell a story the whole drive to my mom and dad's house, a good 30-40 minute drive. Arguing will cease and Monkey will sit there quietly and listen to her. She often follows a similar storyline, it usually has animals as the characters and they always have very unique names. She takes great pains in her stories bu she doesn't seem to want to stop and think too long about the names of her characters. Often they will rhyme with whatever odd 2 syllable word she spit out.
We're sitting in the car today (on the way to my parents' house) and she is telling a story to Monkey. It begins, "Once upon a time there were five ducks (there are the animals) whose names were Sella, Bella and Pella. [pause here, Sella ended up turning into Stella and Pella ended up being Rosie, probably because of some books she's been reading - about 2 dogs, Bella and Rosie]." So they continue doing whatever it was they were doing and the 3 ducks meet up with the other 2 ducks, "Carrot and Pineapple".
The 5 ducks decide to make a necklace and must decide what they should use. Porcupine quills? No, their mommy doesn't like porcupines. Fish? No, there aren't any fish in the pond. The Mommy duck ends up getting a necklace made out of wire. Ouch.
She continues her story and it is indeed unique and entertaining. So I ask her, is Carrot a boy or a girl? She tells me a boy. What about Pineapple? Pineapple is also a boy. Really? Boys?
I'm a little concerned about my future grandchildren.