My child may very well be the next Mark twain. Or Stephen King. Or Leo Tolstoy. Liam loves to tell stories--long, complicated and intricate stories that last weeks (not days!) and involve lots and lots and LOTS of physical reenactments. He will start one of these stories and continue to talk for as long as I will allow him. One day, after 30 minutes of continuous tale telling (in which you can not distract him with ANYTHING. I've tried. Not the promise of candy, or legos or anything. The boy is committed to his craft.) I decided it was time to employ "the timer". While I want to encourage his creativity, I also want to remind him that there are limits to the amount of time people can devote daily (hourly) to being his audience.
He seems to understand and respect the limitations to the time allotment. "This will be a 'clift-hanger' Mommy." We have LOTS of "clift-hangers".
The other day when we were out walking I was shocked when he said, "And then they all laughed. The End." The story that had started a few weeks prior and had involved much bridge crossing and wilderness foraging and ice crystallization of enemies had finally reached a conclusion. I was speechless.
I looked over, shocked, and said "Really? It's finally ended??!!"
"Yes" he said. "And if you would like to hear more you are going to have to place an order."
Age six and already a shrewd business man.
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