We went to see the Chinese New Year celebrations down in Seattle's International District, and so Oliver had his little stuffed dragon with him. And Mrs. B was playing with it to entertain him - having it jump around the backs of my seat and her seat while he giggled.
He asked it to breathe fire, and Mrs. B made the appropriate fire-breathy sound effect. Pwooooosh!
And then Oliver narrated the following sequence.
"The fire went out the window!
And it burned up everybody's houses!
And all their pictures fell off the wall!
And then their noses fell off!
And their grandmother's noses fell off too!
And then a tree fell down!"
Mrs. B thinks there was also something about a monkey, but neither one of us can remember that part.
He does this a lot. He makes up these wild exuberant stories, each part sillier than the next, and he delights in seeing our reactions to them. All too often, however, they end up with someone being thrown in the garbage can or somebody finding out that his name is "poop." Or that his head is made out of poop.
So, y'know, he's not ready for the open mike night at the Comedy Underground yet. But soon.
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