And I thought I was the Creative Writer

Driving to pick up my husband from my in laws yesterday, my children attempted to do everything in their power to drive me up a wall. But I was prepared!!! Comments like "He's touching me!", "She looked at me!", "Why is it taking so long?" and ridiculous giggles, whining and screaming were easily drowned out when I cranked up the radio and started singing at the top of my lungs. My Sunday morning would be peaceful one way or another.

The ride went smoothly up until the very end as we were pulling into the town where my husband grew up. Suddenly my youngest son burst into tears. Something about "He smasomsooed me..." yeah, I didn't quite get it either. BUT jumping in to save the day was my glorious daughter.

She said, "You have to stop crying because I have a story to tell you!" She is famous for making up spur of the moment stories.

He didn't buy it...the tears kept flowing.

"But it's a really good story," she reasoned with him.

"It's a about a Penguin, a Tomato, and Electricity."


He was silenced.

As was I...

*** UPDATE - See comment section for actual story ***