I've never thought of myself as very imaginative. But when pressed by my grandchildren to tell them "one more story" after the lights are out while tucking them in, I'm finding that it's getting easier and easier for me to come up with something that pleases them.

Tonight, I told the tale of Prince J, whose wicked stepmother was trying to feed him dangerous hard candy, when all of a sudden, Princesses M & C appeared with their magic wands and as soon as "bibbity-bobbity-boo" was uttered, the bad, hard candy turned into applesauce.

They squealed with delight! at this happy ending.