At dinner tonight Ian launched into a story from school.
"One time at school Ez (short for Eziekel) threw his lunch box high into the air and it got stuck in the tree."
"Really?" Heather replied.
"Yup. And he couldn't get it down," Ian explained.
Then Emma let us know that she had a story.
"One time my cousin threw his lunch box way up in the sky and it got stuck in a tree."
Now, mind you, Emma has never been in a situation with one of her cousins where they could have thrown a lunch box into a tree. This fact did not stop her from telling her story, or many variations of it.
"One time my cousin threw his hat way up in the sky and it got stuck in a tree."
"One time baby Tommy threw his lunch box up in the sky and it got stuck in a tree. Then he got lost and cried."
(That was a particularly sad version of the lunch box-in-tree tale. I almost cried - almost.)
After going on like this for about five minutes, Heather and I thought Emma had reached her creative limit.
"Mommy, I want to tell you somethin'?"
"Emma, no more lunch box-in-tree stories please. Is this a lunch box-in-tree story?"
"No," she replied earnestly.
"Okay, what do you want to tell me?" Heather asked.
"One time, Kiera threw her lunch box up in the sky . . ."
At this point, frankly, I was feeling a bit left out of the impromtu lunch box-in-tree story jam session that was going on. It was a like a cool laid back jazz improve. I wanted in on the action.
"Ian," I said, "I want to tell you something."
"What"
"One time Jerry threw his lunch box up so high it got stuck on top of a building."
"Really?" Ian responded with eyes wide.
"Yup"
"How did he get it down, " Ian wondered.
"A janitor got it down."
"Wow!"
Heather was not amused. I thought it was great.