The............ Three............... Little............ Pigs

So, tonight I came home to 2 very rowdy children that had just about driven their poor over-worked, stressed-to-the-max, (asleep with his head resting on his hand at this very moment) father into meltdown mode. (Luke is a strong man, don't get me wrong, but these two girls are no match.)

So I decided that a little good-night story telling moment was in order. I snuggled in between the two of them and this is what happened next:

Me: "Once upon a time there were three little pigs. The first pig..."
Brooklyn: "Hahahahahah!! Pigs are dirty! Hahahaha!"
Aubrey: "Hahahahah.... pigs....."
Me: "...built his house out of straw."
Brooklyn: "Mommy, what are these called?" (pointing to her eyebrows)
Me: "Eyebrows. The second little pig built his house out of..."
Brooklyn: "You have 2 eyebrows and I have 2 eyebrows and you have 2 mouths!!"
Aubrey: "Hahahahah! 2 mouths!"
Me: "twigs. And the third little pig built his house out of bricks. One day a big bad wolf came and knocked on the first pig's house and..."
Brooklyn: "Mom, you remember that spider?" (It was as big as my fist and tried to eat her this morning.)
Aubrey: "Scary spider! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" (imitating my high-pitched scream)
Me: "Yes. And the big bad wolf said, 'Little pig, little pig, let me..."
Brooklyn: "Mommy, I just tooted with my bum."
Me: "And the big bad wolf blew down the houses and ate the pigs and they all lived happily ever after."

The End.