Here is 'Purple Pigs'. So get all of the Kiddos in the bed. I know that they have just been dying of anxiety and creating havoc in your household this past weekend since I pushed the release date back. I'm sorry, but here it is... I think I've built up a big enough ((( BUZZ ))) about it. Thanks for reading this far, please continue :)
Purple Pigs
A father sat on the edge of his daughter’s bed, as she adjusted herself for her bedtime story. Ever since she was in her Mother’s womb, he has read her the same bedtime story, but tonight he wanted to switch things up a bit. Since she had recently turned seven years old, if you asked her she’d swear she was seventeen, he wanted to read her something different. But he had no ideas or any other books since he had relied solely on the same story. So the Father decided to just wing it; kids believe anything you tell them so it couldn’t turn out that bad.
“Ashely, we are going to do something different tonight for story time.” The father said as he tucked her Winnie the Pooh blanket around her.
“You’re going to let me stay up late and watch movies with you and Mommy!” The daughter said excitedly while leaning forward, totally ruining her neatly placed blanket.
“No… I said something new, not something crazy.” The Father responded with a smile and kissed her on her forehead. After re-tucking her in and ignoring her puppy eyes, he began his story.
“Ok Ashely, Close your eyes.” The Father said. Ashely appeared to have followed the instructions, but her Father knew better. She was making the same face she makes when he tries to surprise her. Like the time he brought home a puppy, and she was peeking the whole time.
“No peeking.” The Father said as he pretended as if he was going to poke her eyes. She twitched and instantly started giggling; only proving that she was peeking.
“You have to close them; I’m going to show you how to use your imagination.” The Father said. The daughter was interested now. She felt as if she was about to learn the secrets to a magic trick. She never really understood what an imagination was; it just always seemed like something to make playtime more fun.
“Alright what do you see?” The Father asked.
“Ummmm just black stuff.” The daughter said while frowning. The father could tell she was really focusing.
“Don’t try too hard. You can’t force this, you just have to relax and let it happen.”
“Ok Daddy.”
“This is your imagination; you have control so you decide what happens. Now paint a sky.”
“Ok, I see a sky!” The daughter announced with a big smile nearly opening her eyes.
“What color is the sky?”
“Blue… Sky Blue.” The daughter responded with a giggle. She was a silly little something, even when sleepy.
“Why is it blue? It’s your imagination, you can make the sky any color your want it.”
“I like blue, it’s pretty.”
“Ok, now what do you see?”
“Uhhhhh, a farm, and a farm house… a barn. And it’s red daddy.”
“Ok do you see any animals on your farm Ashely?” The father asked. He really didn’t know where he was getting at or how he would finish this, but he was too far in it to change now. Plus she was having a good time.
“A pig… it’s a fat pig. Oink Oink!” The daughter said still smiling and giggling.
“Ok, what color is that pig?”
“He’s pink Daddy.”
“Why is he pink?”
“Because all pigs are pink, duhhhh.” The Father almost started chuckling at her silliness, but he contained it.
“Make him purple.” The Father suggested.
“Uhhhh, ok. I did it! He’s purple daddy!” She was really excited now, slamming her fist against the bed. The Father just looked at her and smiled. Even if he couldn’t find a way to end this so-called story, at least she was happy. He just hoped she didn’t request this every night for a bedtime story.
“And he is smiling Daddy. Why is he so happy?” The daughter asked as she opened her eyes. She was staring at her Father for a serious answer.
“Because Ashely… He’s the only purple pig in the world.”
Silence filled the room as the Daughter starred at the Father. He could tell she was pondering another question.
"Daddy..." Ashely said tucking herself back in.
"Yes my love?"
"Am I your Purple Pig?" The Father smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
"Everything I imagined..."
“Ashely, we are going to do something different tonight for story time.” The father said as he tucked her Winnie the Pooh blanket around her.
“You’re going to let me stay up late and watch movies with you and Mommy!” The daughter said excitedly while leaning forward, totally ruining her neatly placed blanket.
“No… I said something new, not something crazy.” The Father responded with a smile and kissed her on her forehead. After re-tucking her in and ignoring her puppy eyes, he began his story.
“Ok Ashely, Close your eyes.” The Father said. Ashely appeared to have followed the instructions, but her Father knew better. She was making the same face she makes when he tries to surprise her. Like the time he brought home a puppy, and she was peeking the whole time.
“No peeking.” The Father said as he pretended as if he was going to poke her eyes. She twitched and instantly started giggling; only proving that she was peeking.
“You have to close them; I’m going to show you how to use your imagination.” The Father said. The daughter was interested now. She felt as if she was about to learn the secrets to a magic trick. She never really understood what an imagination was; it just always seemed like something to make playtime more fun.
“Alright what do you see?” The Father asked.
“Ummmm just black stuff.” The daughter said while frowning. The father could tell she was really focusing.
“Don’t try too hard. You can’t force this, you just have to relax and let it happen.”
“Ok Daddy.”
“This is your imagination; you have control so you decide what happens. Now paint a sky.”
“Ok, I see a sky!” The daughter announced with a big smile nearly opening her eyes.
“What color is the sky?”
“Blue… Sky Blue.” The daughter responded with a giggle. She was a silly little something, even when sleepy.
“Why is it blue? It’s your imagination, you can make the sky any color your want it.”
“I like blue, it’s pretty.”
“Ok, now what do you see?”
“Uhhhhh, a farm, and a farm house… a barn. And it’s red daddy.”
“Ok do you see any animals on your farm Ashely?” The father asked. He really didn’t know where he was getting at or how he would finish this, but he was too far in it to change now. Plus she was having a good time.
“A pig… it’s a fat pig. Oink Oink!” The daughter said still smiling and giggling.
“Ok, what color is that pig?”
“He’s pink Daddy.”
“Why is he pink?”
“Because all pigs are pink, duhhhh.” The Father almost started chuckling at her silliness, but he contained it.
“Make him purple.” The Father suggested.
“Uhhhh, ok. I did it! He’s purple daddy!” She was really excited now, slamming her fist against the bed. The Father just looked at her and smiled. Even if he couldn’t find a way to end this so-called story, at least she was happy. He just hoped she didn’t request this every night for a bedtime story.
“And he is smiling Daddy. Why is he so happy?” The daughter asked as she opened her eyes. She was staring at her Father for a serious answer.
“Because Ashely… He’s the only purple pig in the world.”
Silence filled the room as the Daughter starred at the Father. He could tell she was pondering another question.
"Daddy..." Ashely said tucking herself back in.
"Yes my love?"
"Am I your Purple Pig?" The Father smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
"Everything I imagined..."
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