Even when I don’t get a chance to work on my novel, I still get daily workouts for my storytelling brain. At least I have since Sweetpea has worked out that her dad and I can tell stories anywhere, anytime, and about almost anything at all — including yeowly cats, dozy bears, and muddy pigs (the last being a surefire winner).

Her understanding and appreciation of stories leaps farther ahead every day, and it’s thrilling to see.

The other night, David told her a tale about a mouse and a cat. He really got into the cat side of things, spinning out such a long and complicated rigmarole that he quite forgot that the story was supposed to be about anything else. But when he came to a pause, a gentle voice piped up:

“So what happened to the mousie?”

You can see why we’re getting a workout!