True story.
16 months ago, The Husband was rather awkward when telling a story, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. He sounded like a wizard talking. These days, he has improved by leaps and bounds that even I have to stop doing the dishes and listen to what he is saying. Somehow when he is reading the stories, J is mesmerized and just sits there, listening attentively. Some days, I peek over the door halfway through the dishes just to see if J is walking around as her daddy continues reading, like what she does with me sometimes.
Nope.
She sits in front of her daddy, points to the book, smiles so sweetly at him and looks like she's completely enjoying the session. She is.
The Husband surprises me.
He makes animal sounds when reading the books on animals, and is very animated when doing it.
He describes the scenes. "Oh look! There's a snow capped mountain behind the moose!"
And this book, J only wants him to read it to her.
I have no idea how to.
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A Treasury of Princess Stories.
Shouldn't Mommy be the one reading this?
I later found out that The Husband doesn't really read the story (too wordy!) but they lift the flaps "with sound effects" and J loves it.
I must admit that I feel threatened because aren't I supposed to be the better storyteller?
But I am enjoying every bit of this daddy-daughter moments because it's just too cute.
When he reached 'Snow White', he said "Remember not to receive gifts from strangers."
Wow. Okay.
And one day I overheard him telling J, "The Princess and the frog. Do you know the name of the Princess? It's Tiana."
Did my husband just link a story to Disney?
And how did he know it's Tiana?
(Oh... From his colleague.)
In any case, I'm very heartened to see my boy put in so much effort for his little one.
Two years ago, I wouldn't have imagined him telling a story.
Okay,
I concede defeat.
You can be the official storyteller now hubby.
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