not to us

Ruby loves stories.  She loves anything and everything that has to do with a story or which conveys a story.  She loves to read.  She loves to watch movies.  She loves to have someone tell her a story.  She loves to listen to me recount memories from her babyhood.  She's a story-fiend.

This weekend, she started doing the funniest/cutest thing.  She began narrating her life.  Now, this isn't the first time this has happened.  I remember a phase a few months ago where she narrated her life a little bit.  But, for the past 72 hours, it's been pretty consistent.  Today it has been nearly non-stop.  

As I opened her door this morning, I heard her say, "She yawned and stretched her arms, as she saw the sun coming through the windows."

When I handed her lunchbox to her this morning, I heard her say, "I took the lunchbox and carried it away."

Walking out after school today, I heard her barely whisper, "As she left school, she was excited for the day."

While we were grocery shopping, she reached for a box of fruit snacks and said, "She reached out and grabbed the fruit snacks.  They looked so yummy."

At home, while I was putting away the groceries, she tried to get Burke's attention.  It went down like this:

"I wanted to play with Burke in my room.  'BURKE!' I yelled.  {She actually yelled the word Burke.}  But he didn't answer.  I decided to grab his arm."  (As she grabbed his arm.)

We've been learning about keeping our hands to ourselves and not pulling on Burke (or other friends) and not bossing them around.  After she grabbed Burke's arm, I reminded her not to grab Burke or pull on him.  And this is the kicker:

"As always, Mom said, 'Ruby, we keep our hands to ourselves.'  As I walked away, I had to find a way to get Burke up the stairs."

Seriously, this kid cracks me up.  :)