Before we get this week’s Story Time up and running I must tell you about the swimmer that Reagan is becoming. Two weeks ago she decided that she wanted to dunk her head under water. No strings attached. She just wanted to. And this decision came from a girl who just the day before was deathly afraid of me holding her in the water trying to get her to kick her legs and paddle with her arms at the same time. What happened is a miracle, that’s all I can guess. Since then she’s been getting bolder and braver about being underwater. Yesterday she began the process of putting the leg/arm motion with the head under water phenomenon. We’ve got an almost swimmer y’all.
Now, on with the show! If you’re new to my Thursdays (or have just been lazy and haven’t taken the time to comment) I’ll fill you in on the details.
- Look at picture.
- Think about what picture could be about.
- Make up story/comment.
- Post made up story/comment in comment section.
- Make my Thursday!
Rewind to last week’s picture. Year: 2004. State: Florida. City: Saint Augustine. Place: Alligator Farm. After touching a real live snake (of which I do not have a picture), Reagan climbed onto the real dead alligator for the requisite Alligator Farm photo op. I cannot remember her exact attitude. She doesn’t look too happy to be on it. I can’t remember if she climbed on that willingly and was in the middle of telling me something, thus giving her face a look of disquiet. Or if I forced her onto that thing unwillingly giving her face a look of disquiet. No matter! We got a memory of us at the Alligator Farm. And I doubt it ever actually was a real live alligator, but the word play fit nicely in the sentence.