Some stories are worth telling again and again. Others, not so much.It was just before Aladdin plucked the magic lamp from its pedestal deep within the Cave of Wonders when Jake asked his mother a question. "Mom, what happened to your friend Amanda's husband?"
Michelle stopped reading from the Disney Die-Cut Story Book in her lap and was unable to think of anything to say for a moment. Then she smiled and patted his head as it rested on his pillow. "That, uh, doesn't have a lot to do with the story, buddy. Let's just keep reading."
"Is he dead?"
"What? No, honey, he's not dead. Now it's story time, so you need to be quiet and listen, okay?"
"Are they divorced like Uncle Todd and Aunt Teresa?"
"Young man, it's not Question time. You've got three choices: you can let me finish, you can pick one of the other books from the two 4-packs of storybooks, including Peter Pan, Dumbo, Bambi, and others, or you can go straight to bed. Which is it going to be?"
"But, Mom, I just wanted to..."
"Jake. What did I just ask you?"
Jake shrugged and pulled his bed covers up a little higher. "Fine. Finish the story."
"Good. Now where were we?"
"OH MY GOSH, HE'S A BRAIN IN A JAR SHE'S KEEPING IN HER BASEMENT! THAT'S WHAT IT IS, ISN'T IT?"
Michelle pursed her lips hard and slowly shut the book. She stood up from the bed, turned, and kissed her son on the forehead before turning out the light and shutting his bedroom door.