There are good storytellers and, well, not so good storytellers.
When small children tell a story, it's usually long and drawn out.
I guess an older person can tell a story that's long and drawn out, but, it usually contains (keyword: usually) more details and action.
Then, there's Bella.
Bella is the child that will give you every single little detail in a story, even if it has nothing to do with the story line. She's also the child that, when I ask, "How was your day at school?" I get a minute by minute recount of her entire day starting with the moment she stepped on the bus that morning. I'm not sure if that's better than the "Good," reply that I would get from the boys.
The other night, Bella was telling a story. She would stop and start over. She would start talking about a different subject (not related to the story she is currently telling). Pausing, every once in awhile (possibly to gather more thoughts/ideas/extra unnecessary information that she can add. RT finally interrupted her story and said, "You need to take a storytelling class."
Bella was offended. She believes that her stories are the best and that she does not need help telling them.
Until she condenses her stories, I am now a prisoner of long, drawn out stories.
Maybe I shouldn't complain about all of the details. Especially as she gets older. At least I will know exactly what happened wherever she goes.
Until then, .......yawn...... I will try to survive.
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