I'm not a good story teller. I skip parts, have a hard time staying on track, miss punch lines, and I ramble. Little Boy thinks I'm a great story teller.
It's snowing today. While driving along, Little Boy and I had the following conversation:
LB: Is the snow coming from the sky?
Me: Yes, it comes from the clouds just like rain. When it rains when it's really cold outside, the rain turns to snow. If it gets warmer outside, the snow turns back into rain. That's why it's wet when it snows.
LB: (clapping hands) What a great story! I love that story, mom! What a great snow story.
If Little Boy thinks so, it must be so.