Tell Me a Story ...

Last night Kara told me that instead of ME reading a story to HER, SHE was going to read a story to ME. 

A story that SHE had written.  About ME.

Once upon a time there was a mommy.
She likes to play.
She likes to cook.
She likes State Farm.

She hates spiders.
She hates mice.

She loves being a mommy.

So true, Kara.  So true.  But you forgot one thing.  You know what else mommy hates?  She hates it when she's laying in bed with her little girl, listening to a story, and discovers that the author also colored on her sheets with a black crayon.  I'm just saying.