My last post was about the treasures I discovered on 8mm tapes. Yesterday I found a notebook with a couple of stories that I would like to share. The first came from Jenna's head when she was three going on four. I wish I had filmed her telling it, for it doesn't read quite the same (even with visual aids) as it is to watch her tell the story as she uses "Cootie" parts to emphasize particular parts in the story.
For my readers who may not be familiar with the Milton Bradley game, Cooties, here is a brief description and history.
The younger generation may view "Cooties" as "cute" game pieces. The heads on the game I grew up with looked like ants.
Keep in mind that Jenna was using a cootie body to demonstrate as she told her story (again and again)
And So the story unfolds:
Once upon a time there was a
caterpillar named Date who wanted
to grow up to be a butterfly.
But his mom said that he would
not be one right now and would
have to wait until tomorrow.
So he went to bed and the next
morning he woke up and made a
so he popped off his head (she told me later that she had said out, but I had heard off)
and slept in his cocoon and when he came out he was a beautiful butterfly
who flew around . And he flew and he flew until he was dead. And then they sweeped him up.
I don't remember laughing at her. I thought her ending was kind of morbid - I mean - where did she come up with that? but I do remember her dad and brothers laughing. She was amused that they found it amusing, and thus repeated the story. It's funny that I had forgotten that she had once told it quite often (which is how I remembered what words to write down)
I also had struggles with getting her to eat a balanced meal (still do) and used this story on her.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Jill. She had brown hair and brown eyes and a wonderful imagination. Jill could ride unicorns to school and fly home on the wings of a giant bird. She could grant wishes with her magic wand. She could swim in the oceans with mermaids. She could be a doctor, a teacher, a mother, model, dancer, magician, even and animal. Jill could do and be whatever she wanted except for one thing. Jill could not eat whatever or whenever she wanted to.
Her imagination didn't work in her mouth or her stomach. It wouldn't have been so bad if Jill would eat fruit and vegetables as a snack and not just candy or if she would eat the same dinner as the rest of her family and use her imagination to make believe it tasted like cake or ice cream. Jill didn't always appreciate the snacks that her mom would give her. Often Jill wished she could really perform real magic, then she could eat whatever and whenever she wanted. But then so could her mother who was fat and whose teeth were falling out because she had eaten whatever and whenever she wanted her entire life.
Jill's' mother loved her and didn't want Jill to become fat and toothless and sickly because of her poor eating choices. She also wanted Jill to be grateful.
One day Jill ate a casserole that her mom had made - even though it had red sauce and meat. Jill imagined she was Goldilocks and that mom's casserole was baby bear's porridge. Jill ate it all up. And it was good. She didn't throw up. And she didn't die. Jill and her mom made a deal with one another. Jill could have a candy bar once a week. And she would always eat nutritious food such as apples, pears and even broccoli. And Jill and her mom lived happily ever after in good health.
It didn't work then. There's no way it's going to work on her now. She does like fruit and will eat two or three apples in a given day. However Vegetables are still a sore subject.
I also have (in her handwriting - er, print) "The Happy Feather" by Jenna, illustrated by Jenna . . . that is all. No story. No illustration. It's nice to have an example of her writing however.