Storytelling

Brandon was telling me about a story of a lion, a popular animated movie from the 90’s, which he’s never seen.  One of his classmates had a book, so he was telling me all about it.  He said, “But I was a little scared because of the mean lion.”  He knew that the mean lion’s name was Scar.  He also said the baby lion’s daddy was killed.  He didn’t know what the name of the daddy lion was, but when I told him it was “Mufasa” and he said, “Yeah, Musafa.”    I asked him what happened, and if there were an hyenas (I was trying to remember myself what happened in the movie, and later Broadway musical).  He said, “No, but All the ingredients will be provided on your table along with spices and flavors to levitra prescription online create your version of barbeque. Inexpensive, cialis online prices drug can be bought from the market or from online health stores. Pfizer invented the bestselling anti-impotency medicine and viagra lowest prices recommend a dose after examining your body. cheap viagra sales This branch of physiotherapy includes therapies such as ultrasound, laser therapy and interferential therapy. there were beats.”  I asked him to repeat what he just said.  “There were beats that killed the daddy lion.”  Then I figured out what he was talking about and clarified, “You mean ‘Wildebeests’?”  He said, “Yea, beats.”  He did recount lots of the story.  He would probably get scared watching the movie.  We survived our first day with Dave away.  Brandon wanted to talk with him tonight, but I told him that he was still on the plane, and wasn’t that weird?  One more day this week of work, then I can recover.  Peyton was having problems sleeping last night, which means I had problems sleeping last night.  It takes them so long to get adjusted to this time change!