The grandkids loved that story. The whole drive home, Sam made me tell him the story of the bat. The whole next day, Sam made me tell the story. I finally got the bat story condensed into a 15 second sentence:
"Once upon a time, when Mommy and Becca and Whitney were all little, Mama D was downstairs doing the dishes when all of the sudden she saw something fly by her so she yelled, 'JAPPA, JAPPA! (my dad's grandpa name),'THERE'S A BIRD IN THE HOUSE!' so Jappa ran downstairs and said, 'THAT'S NOT A BIRD, THAT'S A BAT!!!' and the bat flew upstairs then downstairs then upstairs then downstairs until finally it flew outside and went home to it's mommy. The End."
(I skip the parts where my parents hurriedly stuffed towels under our bedroom doors so the bat wouldn't attack us, or that my dad chased it around with a broom for a while, or that he called his neighbor for help but he wasn't interested in coming over)
Sam loves his Mama D and his Jappa. And also bats.
1 comment:
Haha! That sounds like the same story my friend in Utah had. Everyone teased her because she thought the bat was a bird too but she was like 4 or 5. That sounds scary though! I'm afraid of bats!
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