Coming up with a brand new happy story every day is a challenge. While I love Austin's imagination when it comes to his recent obsession with making up stories, it gets tiring and at some point you run out of new ideas of what "big boy Austin" can do in the made up story.
Yesterday morning, on the way to my first day back at work (sniff, sniff), I came up with a good one. Every story starts with "Once upon a time, there was a big boy named Austin." This time Austin was a race car driver. His car was red, like Lightening McQueen's. He decided he was tired of racing around the track, so he went up on the interstate. A police man started chasing him because he was driving too fast. Of course, the police car popped all his wheels and had to go to the shop. Austin continued on his journey and headed to, where else, but the beach. He took everything he needed in the trunk of the race car: a cooler with drinks and snacks, an unbrella, a blanket, sand toys. The police man made it to the beach too (after getting his tires fixed) and Austin shared his drinks and snacks, umbrella, toys, and blanket.
This is where the story ended yesterday morning. This morning, Austin added this to the story.
The police man followed Austin home and spent the night. They each took a bath and brushed their teeth and played pajama party. The next morning, they got up and splashed in Austin's swimming pool and then went to DeDe and Nea's house to go swimming in the big pool. They had hot dogs for lunch with cheese puffs. They took a nap and then spent the night.
THE END.
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