The three of us have the best time making up stories at bedtime.
We’ll be in our bed, or baby girl’s bed (yes we can all squish into baby girl’s king single!)
We make up stories based off alterations of our name and things that have happened that day, or stories we’ve heard.
Tonight Hubbie was Tato Doce, and I was Mama Candy Cane.
Iggle piggle from In The Night Garden was drinking black coffee, and vomited, and there was a girl called Karisa who was going cray cray because it was school holidays. 🤣
The laughs we get out of our stories are priceless. Baby girl can barely get the words out as she tells her story, she is laughing that hard. Then I’ll throw her an exaggerated quizzical look, or I crack up and laugh along with her, which sends her into more of a laughing fit, and then I laugh MORE, and on and on it goes.
Meanwhile Hubbie, the only non-night owl amongst us three, looks at us wearily, yet still amused with that small smile on his face, as his girls go apeshit.