Tell Me The Stories of . . .

Dear Ella,

I am terribly behind on my letters, but I had to write this down while the memory is somewhat fresh in my mind.  I'll play catch up with my letters soon.

Over the last week or so, we have started a new tradition.  Whenever you go poop, you call me into the bathroom, "Mooooom, can you come in here a minute?"  I walk into the bathroom, "Are you all done?"  "No, I want you to read me a story."  "OK, let me go and get a book."  "No, I just want you to tell me a story."  "OK, what animal would you like it to be about?"  Then you proceed to tell me the type of animal and its name.  (So far, I have told you a stories about: Jasmine the giraffe, Ella the giraffe, Lily the frog, Sherry the kitty, and George the Crab.)  I sit down on the edge of the tub and tell you a story, while you listen intently with your elbows on your knees and your hands holding up your head.  Sometimes, there is crying and banging on the outside of the bathroom door, but we continue our stories and take off to some magical place where there are no crying babies.

Today, you asked me to tell you a story about Jesus.  This is the story I told you:
Once upon a time, Jesus was walking with his friends.  He was tired from a long day at work.  Some of the little children, who loved Jesus, came up to him and wanted to play with him.  His friends told the little children that he was tired and tried to make them go away.  Jesus told his friends, "Don't make the children go away.  I love the little children."  He then played with them, told them stories, and held them on his lap.  Jesus loves the little children.

You added the perfect ending to the story by exclaiming, "And Jesus loves me!"

I love these little bathroom breaks with you.

Your Potty Pal,
Mom

(Side note: You did ask me once to tell you a story about a frog named Jesus.  I told you I would have to change his name to Jesus /hay-soos/ in order to feel good about it.  You were satisfied with this answer.)