Life Imitates Art

Life Imitates Art

Last night, I told my girls a Febreze and Caliente bedtime story. It was a pretty big hit, so after they fell asleep I wrote it down and posted it. Today, my daughters were at home with my dad, thanks to a teacher institute day (I got to go to meetings all day, and they got to stay home and have fun.) When I came home, I saw that they had built a clubhouse (just like Febreze and Caliente did in the story:)

 

Their clubhouse was slightly different in that they had a patio area.
Their clubhouse was slightly different in that they had a patio area.

 

You may notice the sign on the top. It states: No parents club. Only Grandpas allowed. No parents allowed! I guess my dad made the cut.

 

No Parents Allowed Club.
No Parents Allowed Club.

 

The girls built a clubhouse, and Fiona created a list of rules in her notebook:

 

Children must have chocolate at all times.
Children must have chocolate at all times.

 

Ah, the power of story. Not bad for something I made up as I went along. The best part of the telling the story was that it got me out of my funk – I had dealt with nonsense at work yesterday, which had put me into a pretty crabby mood. The story, and the act of creating story, took that all away from me. My audience might be two little girls, but I’m reaching that audience, dammit!

 

 

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Published by Josh Hammond

Josh Hammond writes things. He has an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from Hamline University.

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