Sometimes, being a parent involves a LOT of patience...

"Mommy, do you want to hear the scary story that I made up?"

*Catholic Librarian is just settling in with a book and an evening glass of wine*

"Oh. Well, uh. Sure, Sweetie."

*martyr*

"Ok, well, one night there was a boy in his bedroom, and..."

*There commences, I swear it, 10 full minutes of details about the boy transversing his town, a scary party, branches scratching on windowpanes, with full sound effects provided by Henry, lots of creeping around corners, etc.*

"And then! Do you want to know who jumped out from the corner?"

"Who Honey?"

"A *leprechaun!*"

"Oh!" *senses end in sight and return to wine* "That was a very good story, Sweetie."

"Actually, I wasn't done."

Oh sigh.