I was going to the bathroom and my daughter, Freya (age 5), wanted to keep me company, of all places. She asked if she could tell me a story, and this is what she said - I transcribed it right after we left the bathroom but forgot to post, so it's backdated for posterity:
"Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Freya. She had a mommy, a daddy, and a little brother. One day, Freya's mommy was really sick. It's the kind of sick that doesn't make other people sick. Freya wanted her mommy to get better so she went to the Great Magic Wizard, who told Freya that her mommy would get better but Freya had to do one thing. She had to find and bring back all of the dragons of the world and then Freya's mommy would get better. So she and her brother went around the world and searched everywhere for all of the dragons. It was a really long trip and it was really hard to capture all of the dragons, because some of the dragons breathe fire and fire can hurt you. But Freya and her brother were brave because they wanted her mommy to get better. So can you guess what happened? (No, what happened?) They found all of the dragons! And they brought them back to the Magic Wizard and then Freya's mommy wasn't sick anymore and she never got sick ever again. And they all lived happily ever after."
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