As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Pretty Little Fairy Tales
Ava and my mom play the story game on instant messenger all the time. Ava will make up a line of a story, and then mom will continue with another line, and so forth and so on. Here is an example of one of their stories. I love the way Ava ends this one...
Ava: once upon a time a prinsess named Emily lived in a royal palice
palis
palis
Mom: palace
Ava: oh
now you
Mom: she was very happy and had lots of dresses toys...BUT she really wanted a friend
to play with
Ava: she went to school she got a friend but.....
there
?
HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????????????
Mom: back
sorry poppa came in
her friend lived in another palace across a long bridge in the next town
Ava: they bult a tree house in the woods but one day her friend died in the woods by herself
bye, <3 you
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