Dinner stories

What is really lovely is that now that Beth is old enough to sit at the table for dinner we almost always eat together now. (Poppy is still in her high chair and goes to bed before we eat.) But the really beautiful thing Beth does is always ask for me to tell her stories. At first she wanted fantastical imaginings. But now it’s true stories she wants to hear. It’s hard to keep on thinking of ones that she hasn’t heard before, but I try, and it’s good because it sort of airs out the memory, gives my brain a bit of a dusting. I love that she is so interested in life and is learning about things through me. It’s wonderful. Lately her favourite story, she has asked me to repeat it a few nights in a row, is the one where I was on a cub camp and hallucinated while inflating my air mattress. I think she is fascinated by how our reality is formed and how it can change. Beth is so clever, and so incredibly kind and loving.