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Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Why I can never make a living out of storytelling...

The Hubby wants pizza for dinner. Luckily, there is a branch of Shakey's Pizza very near our village. So off we went together with Eone so she could stop pestering her baby brother and the poor boy could sleep peacefully even for an hour.

To keep her from being frisky while we wait for our order, I told her I'll tell her a story.

I started with the most popular one.

"There was a lady named Cinderella. Cinderella has 2 evil sisters. They were bad! When Cinderella sleeps, they wake her up. Kaya ikaw, you should not wake your brother when he is sleeping. Okay?"

She nodded then proceeded to play with the plates and utensils thereby making a lot of noise.

Therefore, I quickly tried to come up again with another story. "Baby, come here. I have another one and this is good...” I started.

She eagerly settled down and looked at me, waiting for me to begin my story.

"Once upon a time, there was an evil witch who lived in a forest. She waits for little kids outside her house. Eh there were a lot of little kids who get lost kasi they are malikot. They don't follow Mommy and Daddy and they keep running around. So they get lost in the forest."

She asked a question before I was able to start my next sentence, "Yung witch, ni-papatay nya ang mga bata?"

I replied, "No, she cooks them! She makes cookies made of little children."

She doesn’t seem petrified with the idea of kids like her being put in a cauldron or oven. In fact, she asked, "What kind of cookies? Chocolate?".

Hmmm I better change my story. It's not working.

I turned to The Hubby for suggestions but he couldn't think of any story that would interest the little girl. My mind suddenly went blank too, at the same time when Eone started to get naughty again. (She is now writing little Es on the menu card.)

Aha! How about the Smurfs? I started my tale again.

"In a far away land, there was a small village. That village was filled with Smurfs."

Her eyes lit up. She has never heard of Smurfs before. "Smurfs? What is that, Mom?"

I continued. I tried to continue, but I couldn't find the words. I DON'T KNOW the Smurfs! I have a very faint recollection of these characters from my childhood (which was not too long ago, ahem!)

"The smurfs are little...they are color blue…mmm.. they are small...small engkanto! mga nuno sa punso!"

The little girl looked at me with profound interest, waiting for me to continue. But The Hubby has started laughing....and thank God the waiter came to serve our orders.

Lesson learned? Stick to boring fairy tales!


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