Once Upon A Time......

Last night Violet asked me to tell her a story.  At the time she was eating noodles.  Violet tends to eat most meals very slowly sometimes there is even an intermission or two.
 My story started like this, "Once upon a time there was a blonde haired Princess named Violet who ate her noodles soooooooooo slow they got very moldy, but by the end of the week she had finished the moldy noodles."  Violet thought this was pretty funny.  Most of my stories have Violet as a Princess which is odd because I typically dislike the whole lot of helpless Disney princesses. I digress.
"What the Princess would soon learn is the mold in her noodles gave her super-hero powers!" 
She could scale walls, run mega fast, fly and...."  Vi whispers, "....and shoot webs." 
(Kolt is still into Spider Man after being Spider Man Boy for Halloween. Usually sporting the mask and taking his time getting his fingers positioned just right to shoot imaginary webs)
"Yes, and shoot webs."
"That very night the Princess's brother Kolton fell into an abandoned well and cried for helllppppp!!!  Princess Violet ran to his rescue and shot webs down to her brother and pulled him back up to safety!"  THE END

Violet says, "I have my own story, it is your story, but with a different ending."  She is grinning very widely.  She has a pretty big gap in between her new two front teeth so somehow her smile seems to look even bigger. 
"Once a upon a time there was a blonde haired Princess named Violet.  She had super hero powers and could shoot webs." I could see this was going no place good for her poor brother.
Her eyes get really big and she is starting to giggle.  "Her brother Kolton fell down a well and the princess ignored him and he died!!!!
Her toothy grin widens even more,  she collects herself from the giggles and continues.  "The Princess then shaved off all his skin and ate it."
THE END
Violet started laughing at how funny she thought it was.  I pulled out the typical two-syllable-stretch Mom voice, "VI-LET!"

I was thinking about this story as I feel asleep last night.  I am pretty sure there were a few times I  wished my siblings were dead when I was a kid, but the shaving of the skin and eating it seems a little disturbing. The only answer I could come up with is that she is the next Stephen King or Tim Burton.  She has a great imagination, it can't be rainbows and butterflies every time!

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