Just to prove to you that life is anything but normal at our house, tonight Vince and I were talking about my Little Red Hen blog post. He looked at me funny and I said “You don’t know the story of The Little Red Hen, do you? He assured me that he did know the story. I said . . fine, tell it to me.
First, he told me that she went to town with the three little pigs. No, Vince, that is not correct.
Then he remembered . . The little hen was real pretty and thought she could get everything she wanted because of her beauty. No, Vince, that is not correct either.
I had to read him the real story about The Little Red Hen. I surely hope he remembers it this time. I guess when I’m reading kid stories to Adalina some day, I’ll have to make sure Vince hears them too and we definitely will not let Vince tell her any stories!