Story Time

11 03 2009

This is how the story went…

There was a playschool concert on TV a few days ago which I taped.  It’s a live performance with four of the presenters singing a whole bunch of playschool favourite songs to a small bunch of kids.  In the middle of the performance they did “story time”.  It was a story that I’ve seen them do several times in different formats.  There’s a princess in a castle all dressed up for her wedding.  The food is on the table and everyone is waiting for the arrival of the prince.  The prince turns up and knocks on the door but nobody answers.  Various village people come by the castle and give the poor prince advice, like knocking higher or louder, and then eventually some smart cookie tells him to ring the doorbell, and they all live happily ever after… anyway in this performance, Karen is being the princess, dressed up in her crown, and along comes Jay as the prince.  Now ordinarily Ben loves Jay, but as soon as he turned up and started knocking on the door, Ben freaked out and started bawling.  We’ve watched the show three times now and everytime he reacts negatively at exactly the same point.  I don’t know if it was because he was wearing a crown or a cape or because he was knocking on the door or because he was frustrated with the stupidity of the character…

…and at this point, Dave looked up from his chicken nugget dinner and said to me, “I think you need to start a blog.”

So in an attempt to reduce the story overload on my husband, and to feel more connected to friends I’ve hardly spoken to in years because I’m too scared to pick up the telephone, here is my blog.