“Dad, I have to tell you about this guy.”
“His name is Rocker Baddo.”
“Wow, that’s pretty cool.”
“Um, it’s cool, but he’s not a nice guy.”
“Well, he’s a mean guy with powers. He catches people with his magics and his powers are being mean to animals, and he makes mean animals like dragons catch him. And he makes dragons catch other people, too.”
“Yeah. You’re putting this on Facebook?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure yet.”
“Okay, well, you should show someone. Put their name on the website, too.”
“Maybe I’ll do that. What else can you tell me about the guy?”
“Well, he smacks people with bombs. And he sneaks up on people to catch them. And he — you remember what I said about him that he says, when he sneaks up to scare you? He says BRRRRRRAAAARRRRRRR.”
“Spell that word, too. And do you need me to tell you more?”
“If you like.”
“Okay, well, the worstest part that he does is when his stomach blows up with the little blower, it goes all over the city until everybody gets dooms right in the tower. (It’s just too long for me to sit, daddy.)”
(He gets up and starts monster-stomping around.)
“That’s okay, bud. Anything else?”
“I think there’s a lot more to tell you. Guess what? The other part is when the goats come out. After he does, he gets a lot of mean animals to come out, and after the animals come out, the animals are critters and they walk around like mean monster walkers but they’re robots. And when they blast people, people fall down. And when that happens, they put fire on you and your eyes, and then you don’t wake up anymore.”
“That sounds pretty scary.”
“Yeah, very scary.”
(At this point — he was stomping around like a mean monster walker robot, and unplugged the laptop, which distracted him enough to derail the story entirely.)
Oh, to have that amount of creativity, and the total indifference to whether it makes a damned bit of sense.
3 thoughts on “Sprout Tells Me a Story”
This is one of the best things I’ve read in ages, haha. I only see my niece and nephew very rarely, but when I do the stuff the say completely cracks me up. Kids are so imaginative but their logic sometimes leaves something to be desired.
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Logic, schmogic. Give me a five-year-old with a story to tell, and I’ll listen.
…For a while.
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I think what’s most impressive, is they often have their own internal logic… Like their own rules around these creations… A child imagination is truly unrivalled; makes me quite jealous!