I think our girls are sick of my voice. I used to sing a song to them before they went to bed (White Christmas has been a favorite of theirs...regardless of the season), but now they are looking for stories. I started telling them stories of Joseph Smith, but most the ones that seem to come to mind involve tar and feathers. Not exactly comforting bedtime stories.
Then they started asking for stories about my siblings or parents. I told them about my syrup and piano incident, for example. Those are the types of stories they want to hear. When they asked for a story about Uncle Jason, I gladly told them about how he shot me with his BB gun right in my thigh...and then convinced me NOT to tell on him. Leah can recite that story. When they asked about Uncle David, I told them the story recounted by Mom about him running away when he was 2 and getting turned into the police.
Problem is...I'm out of good stories! I need more short anecdotes about my siblings. Please, if you get a chance, respond to this post or email me with a story either about you or one of the siblings.