...and she LOVED dancing hip hop and ballet. She went to her grandmother's house carrying a basket that was filled with blueberries and raspberries." Now you go.
This is what I have heard every single night when I put Brooke to bed for the last few weeks. I have to finish the story in a different way every single night. It's hilarious, but I'm running out of ideas! Some nights I dance for her. Some night the blueberries and raspberries are magical and take us to different lands. Some night the Grandmother gets lost and needs help. The list is endless, except I feel that one day I might run out of ideas!
I love it (most nights), and I love to see the look on her face while I spin these "magical" tales. Sometimes the littlest things are the sweetest things.
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