Carson The Explorer

Daddy has started a new tradition of making up “Carson the Explorer” stories at bedtime. Daddy's been putting me to bed most nights lately, but last night Mom did. Her "Carson the Explorer" stories leave something to be desired. Poor Mommy.

In last night's story, Carson the Explorer swam to the bottom of the ocean to help a jellyfish build a house from seaweed, seashells and coral. When Mom reached the end of the story, where she and Daddy were waiting on the beach with a picnic for Carson the Explorer, she asked me, “what do you think they were going to eat?” To which I replied with a big, long sigh: “I think that jellyfish can’t talk and you can’t build a house from seaweed and seashells don’t have living rooms or bathrooms.”

Silly Mommy.

Then when Dad came home, Mom told him what I said. Dad asked, "well, did he go underwater in his super submarine?" Um, no. "Was there a rocket anywhere in the story?" Um...no again. Mom really needs to work on her storytelling skills.