Yesterday Grace and I were eating breakfast together, and she changed my day. I was in mourning from a loss the night before and hadn't slept much because of the loss. Then Grace asked, "Daddy, do bunnies talk?" Followed up by, "Daddy, will you tell me a spooky Halloween story on the way to preschool today?" I thought to myself, Grace doesn't care if we won or lost the night before, so stop pouting. She's pretty good about that.
Incidentally, the Halloween story is one of her favorites and usually follows a similar plot-line. Either Petey the Puppy and Sammy the Sheep or the Three Little Dollies end up getting chased by a ghost down a dark street until Grace decides that the story has gotten too scary--at which point the ghost turns into a friendly ghost and all the characters live happily ever after.
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