Hello, lovely readers!
Over the past few weeks, I have endured a litany of tests trying to get to the bottom of some new symptoms that have been kicking my butt. I’ve been completely worn out, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I’ve relied heavily on my Flare Day Survival Kit to get through all the muck with as little discomfort as possible, but my mood has still been crummy. To help me cheer up, my daughter has made a habit of telling me stories. Actually, the story is almost always the same, but the names change a bit.
As silly as these stories are, she tells them with such enthusiasm that my spirits can’t help but lift. So today, when she asked me if I would post one of her stories on my blog, I enthusiastically said, “YES!”
I mean, we can all use some nonsensical wholesome fairy tales in our lives, right?
*Just humor me*
Okay, without further ado, I present:
Lizzie’s Special Day by Aria
(Okay, wait. There needs to be one further ado… hahaha! So, every time you read the word “the”, mentally pronounce it “dee”. Alright, now – ENJOY!)
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Lizzie. Lizzie was the most prettiest girl, everyone thought in the city was. She had a mother. Her name was Samantha. Then, one day, a villager arrived. His name was Joe. Joe was going to marry Lizzie. But Lizzie had no idea who he was yet. So Lizzie’s mom Samantha asked Lizzie to go pick her some flowers. “Dear, will you go pick me some flowers?” her mother replied.
Then, just that second, Lizzie heard a knock on her basket, and then she turned around and she saw an old woman standing right behind her. She was like, “Who are you?!? My mother said I cannot talk to strangers!” Lizzie replied.
Then the old lady said, “I have a treat for you, young woman.” The old lady replied.
“Ooh! I loooove treats!” Lizzie replied.
Then, she gave her an apple. She said, “If you eat this apple, take one bite, all your dreams will come true.” The princess took a bite.
[We paused for a discussion here. Me: Lizzie’s a princess? Aria: In just a second she’s gonna be, she just doesn’t know it yet. That’s how some stories go, right? Like, duh! Me: Yes, sweetie. Of course. What was I thinking?]
When Lizzie took a bite of the apple, she fell into a deep, deep, deep sleep. The only way that would wake her up is true love’s kiss. Then, Joe arrived. He was actually a prince. He kissed her, then Lizzie woke up.
Then, Joe and Lizzie were married and they had a pet unicorn named Lizzipie, named after Lizzie. They had another pets – butterflies! All of their names were the same names – Lizzipie, Lizzipie, Lizzipie, Lizzipie, Lizzipie.
And then they all lived happily ever after.
Alright. There you have it. The magical cheer-me-up that has kept me going for weeks. An Aria original. And there I have it: evidence that she does not know what the word “replied” means. Goodness, I love this kid so stinking much!
P.S. I wrote this exactly as it was told. She dictated, I typed. I didn’t clean it up or edit it at all, because it’s most entertaining in its adorable preschooler syntax.