After a long day of working on the farm and caring for the animals, you entered your not-so-little cabin with a sigh. When you walked into the kitchen to grab some water, you heard the sweet voice of your beloved husband coming from your son's bedroom. Elliott spoke too quietly for you to hear and as your curiosity grew stronger you tip-toed over to the nursery to see what he was doing. And by golly it was adorable.

"Once upon a time there was a brave farmer- No, no. That's awfully too cliche isn't it, bud?" Elliott asked his son, who was only three. The look on Elliott's face was dead serious, but the look in his eyes revealed a hidden playfulness. "Our readers will already be bored by time they read that!" He said as he took off his glasses.

"Vewy bowed." The young boy said, nodding along with his father even though he doesn't understand a thing he just said. Elliott smiled softly before he lifted his precious little boy and sat him on his knee.

"Well how do you think we should begin the story?" Elliott asked him with a warm smile.