I love my daughter, and she’s lots of fun to take on outings.

Once upon a time there was a family who went to visit some old ruins. There was lots to look at,

there were many places to explore,

there were wonderful sights to see.

Her mother was very patient with her. She did not say, “Put down that book and play with your brothers.” (Although you can kind of see the girl’s point…)

Her mother did not say, “Put down that book and talk to our friends. Look at the old Roman road.

Put down that book and look at the cat sleeping in the sun.”

Because she was used to her daughter.

And then they all went out for chwarmas for supper.