"Father, tell me the story about Captain Jack Sparrow again?" Chase sat on
the windowsill and looked into her Father's eyes with a pleading face.
"But Chase, sweetie, don't you think you've heard that story enough?" He must have told her that story many more times than he could count. It's amazing such a small girl was so interested in the same story, and you would have thought by now that she would have memorized it all.
"Oh but Father, even though I've heard it so many times, I just love how you tell it! You are the best story-teller." Chase hugged her father.
"Thank you, dear." Will patted her head. "All right, just once more and it's time for bed."
"Yes Father!" Chase climbed into her bed and waited patiently for her Father to begin.
Before he started, Will couldn't help thinking about his daughter. 'For a five year old girl, she really seems interested in pirates. One day . . . she will know.'
After his brief thought, he began with the story.
. . . But never during the telling did he mention himself.
"But Chase, sweetie, don't you think you've heard that story enough?" He must have told her that story many more times than he could count. It's amazing such a small girl was so interested in the same story, and you would have thought by now that she would have memorized it all.
"Oh but Father, even though I've heard it so many times, I just love how you tell it! You are the best story-teller." Chase hugged her father.
"Thank you, dear." Will patted her head. "All right, just once more and it's time for bed."
"Yes Father!" Chase climbed into her bed and waited patiently for her Father to begin.
Before he started, Will couldn't help thinking about his daughter. 'For a five year old girl, she really seems interested in pirates. One day . . . she will know.'
After his brief thought, he began with the story.
. . . But never during the telling did he mention himself.