Little creature: Nanay (Mother), do you want me to tell you a story?
Looking at her excited face then quickly returning my attention to the exploding blocks I half-heartedly said yes and so she begun.
Little creature: "There was once a princess locked in a tower.....blahhh...blahh.
She has a mommy that wasn't really her mommy with a pointy hat
but she was not a real witch. Blahhh...blahh."
"She also has a horse who spits fire blahh..blahhh.."
Nanay: "Goodness, a horse who spits fire.."
I could see how enthusiastic she was, seriously weaving her story.
Little creature: "Yesssss..." she said. Her spits making its way on my face
"Then a prince came.." she stopped and giddily bursted out ---
"Oh, Nanay (Mother) he is so lovely. I think I want to marry him but I'm not in the story."
This was when I laughed out so loud forgetting my pets. All lost now, by the way, because of my inattention.
Little creature: "So she married the prince, blahh...blahh..
Then she ran off living me and my pets in misery.