A Ghost Story

So last night Annabelle's getting into bed when she says she wants to tell me a scary story, said in a creepy, ghost-like voice.  Now I assumed it was just a ploy to stay awake longer.  She was not happy to have to go right to bed after coming home from Grandma and Papa's house (it was my mom's birthday yesterday).  But she actually told me a quick story, gave me some kisses and went to sleep.  Here is her story.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.  She had so many ghost children she didn't know what to do.  So she fed them some bread without any butter but the ghost children cried and cried until the old woman gave them butter.  After the ghost children ate their bread with butter they turned back into people children and the little old woman who lived in a shoe was so happy that she danced and danced.  The End.

Obviously it was just The Little Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe with some ghosts and a few modifications but I thought she was being quite imaginative.  We just love watching her brain grow and expand and come up with new ideas and thoughts every day.  I am so proud of my little bug, even if it is just a small, silly thing.