There Once Was A Boy Named Mom...

I was so tired this afternoon, and Gabe wanted to nap with me in my bed.  Of course, it didn't work out - that boy didn't stop moving and talking for a second.  But, at one point (during his moving and talking), he asked me if I wanted him to tell me a story, and naturally, I did.

Here's the story (WORD FOR WORD):

Gabe:  There once was a boy named Mom and she got eaten by a T Rex.

Me:  Oh no.

Gabe:  It's okay because the Tyrannosaurus Rex spit her out.  But the T Rex was crying.

Me:  Why was he crying?

Gabe:  Because he was sad.  And the Mom was crying, too.  Because she was sad, too.

Me:  Why were they sad?

Gabe:  Because the T Rex wanted to eat meat.  But the Mom got the T Rex some meat and the T Rex was happy and that's the end of the story.


Can you take him?  I certainly can't.  He's the cutest boy that ever lived.  The End.