Sometimes bedtime stories can be dangerous.
This I discovered while reading a true classic to my daughter the other night.
"Cat!" she would declare when the feline made its debut.
"Dog!" she proclaimed as little Benji made his way into the story.
"Birrrr!" she yelled each time the little red hen strolled onto the page.
But her favorite character induced giggles and squeals every time he made a cameo.
Who could our hero be?
Why "mama," of course.
Apparently in Lola's eyes, I have a snout.
And I'm really chubby.
To add insult to injury, once we had reached the end of the story and closed the book, the kid grabbed it out of my hands and frantically flipped the pages until she found "mama" again.
Then she proceeded to give "me" a kiss.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Maybe I should just oink.