Chickie wrote a (non-fiction) story called “My Tooth.” We transferred it to Shutterfly and yesterday we received our book in the mail.
Chicken and Dumples had a glorious time pawing through it, and then making up new stories within the theme of gory tooth loss.
Dumples’ storylines target the “gross-out” factor. The louder she could make her seven-year-old big sister scream, “EW,” the bigger the triumph of storytelling.
“And the tooth came out and there was BLOOD everywhere,” I heard Dumples proclaim while I flipped the pages of a magazine from the sofa.
“EW!” Chicken replied, egging her on.
“And the BLOOD was so much that it was covering her and she was all RED with BLOOD.”
“EWWW! That’s gross!”
Sensing her sister’s genuine disgust, Dumples changed her plot line. “But it wasn’t really blood.” In an ominous, hushed tone, she said: “It was actually red marker. And…it wasn’t washable.”
The horrors! The horrors…