SchwuppDiDupsi: I would love to read what happens when Bones gets to Christine's room.

This chapter is a sequel to chapter 27.

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Brennan entering Christine's bedroom saw her daughter glaring at Booth and Booth holding his right hand over his mouth, his eyes twinkling.

"What's wrong Christine? You know I don't like you screaming in the house."

Exasperated, Christine turned to her mother and complained, "Daddy isn't telling Cinderella right again."

Putting her hands on her hips, Brennan asked, "Booth, why do you insist on changing these fables? You're the one who insisted that fairy tales and fables were educational; but, you alter the stories. You know that aggravates Christine."

Laughing, Booth explained, "Hey, I'm just trying to spice them up a little. They can be a little boring you know."

Shaking her head, Brennan answered, "Not to a five year old child. I read the stories to her when you can't do it as they are presented in the fable book and then when you tell her the stories you change them. You're just confusing Christine."

Turning to Christine, Booth asked, "Am I confusing you, Sweetheart?"

Shaking her head, Christine replied, "No Daddy. I just want you to tell the story right."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth looked at Brennan and smirked, "Let's get Mommy tell the story then. Daddy will stick around and listen to how she tells it. Maybe she can teach me how to be a better story teller."

Sighing, Brennan pulled the fable book out of Christine's book shelf and sat on the rocker near Christine's bed.

"Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Cinderella. She was a very happy child and had a happy life. Then one day her mother died and her father married a widow who had two daughters. Her father then passed away . . . you know Booth I don't understand why the children in these stories always have to have a dead parent. It seems to me . . ."

Exasperated, Christine whined, "Mommy, you're not telling the story right either."

Listening to Booth snigger, Brennan returned to the story, "and Cinderella lived with her step-mother and step-sisters. Her step-mother didn't like her one little bit . . . Again, these stories make it sound as if being a step-mother is a horrible thing. I'm sure Parker . . ."

"Please Mommy, that isn't in the book. Read the book."

Sighing, Brennan rubbed her nose and continued, "She had to work hard all day. Only when the evening came was she allowed to rest and sit by the cinders. That's why everyone called her Cinderella. . ."

"Hey, kind of like why I call you Bones."

"Well, I work with Bones; so, it was logical for you to pick that . . ."

"Daddy, quit interrupting Mommy."

"Sorry, Sweetheart."

Clearing her throat, Brennan continued, "One day beautiful new dresses arrived at the house. A ball was being held at the palace and the step-sisters were getting ready to go. Cinderella didn't dare to even ask if she could go too. She knew the answer would be no. Suddenly there was a burst of light and a fairy arrived. . . See this is why I don't care for fairy tales. This story has a fairy in it and you know how I feel about . . ."

"Bones, it's called a fairy tale. Fairy tales have fairies in them."

"Mommy, you're telling the story wrong again."

Shaking her head, Brennan read, "Don't be alarmed, Cinderella, said the fairy, I know you want to go to the ball and so you shall. Flicking her magic wand, Cinderella found herself wearing the most beautiful dress she'd ever seen. . ."

"Booth, I really don't think it's wise to read stories about magic."

"Come on Bones, don't do that. Just read the story."

"Yeah, Mommy, just read the story."

Sighing, Brennan looked down at the book and continued, "A famous scientist who was a friend of Cinderella's father dropped by and saw the woman claiming to be a fairy godmother and exposed her for the charlatan she clearly was. He then gave Cinderella some glass shoes that he had made himself . . ."

"Mommy, I'm tired. I want to go to sleep now."

Laughing, Booth stood up and moved the covers so that they covered Christine up to her neck. Leaning over he kissed his daughter and said, "Sorry Baby. I'll try not to mess up the story next time as much as I did this time."

"Night Daddy, Night Mommy."

"Hey, Bones. You can read me the story if you want to. I'd like to hear about the scientist and how he made the glass shoes. . . ."

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Poor Christine, she's going to need the patience of Job while she's growing up. I had a few suggestions that a story line based upon Booth's Daddy's Handbook might be interesting. I'll think about it while I'm on vacation and see if I can come up with anything interesting.