My two year old loves listening to stories. Most of the time we read a book, but sometimes he says ‘You tell me a story’, which means he wants me to make one up. So usually I’ll tell him a story about a boy who went on the bus or the train with his grandparents. In one version, they all visit the tall, tall tower in the city, where the window-cleaner waves at him from outside the building. In another, they go to the playground and he climbs to the top of a big slide before racing down on his tummy.
We lead quite the exciting life.