since it is obscenely late at night i think i should talk about bedtime stories in the boys room. we never had fairy tales or any of that other normal nonsense. we listened to stories from dad, Brian and a few others befitting to Rugglets.
of dad, we almost exclusively asked for bible stories from the old testament. i tell that to people and they give me that "you come from a weird family look." i remember us excitedly asking for " the fire building contest" loud enough to wake Chanda. we listened to a story few other 8 year-olds knew that we had memorized a dozen times over with rapt attention. dad would go over the story in excruciating detail of the brave(and bald) prophet taking on those wicked priests of Baal. toward the end, at just the right moment, we would say (more or less in chorus), "and then the people of israel slew 417 priests of Baal!"
Brian was famous for much different stories, but he can write a better post about that than me. the same invitation goes for the rest of you. what was your favorite bedtime story and who told it?
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I know I usually told morose stories about dinosaurs eviscerating each other. This was, of course, shortly after Jurassic Park came out. Man, you guys loved hearing about blood and guts just before bedtime. All of us could use therapy.
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