Max: Mom, will you snuggle me?
Max: And will you tell me a long, sad story?
Me: A long, sad story?
Max: Yeah, a long, sad story about war.
Me: A long, sad story about war?
Max: Yeah, like from the eighties. Or the nineties.
I climbed under the blanket next to Max, and began a fictional tale about a man who leaves his family behind to go to war during the great war of 1988. Eventually, the man lost his leg in battle and struggled to write the letter home about his misfortune, so he went silent. His family panicked when his letters stopped coming and feared the worst. Then, one day many months later, a taxi pulled up in front of the family's home and one of the little boys was looking out the window and saw a man get out with a pair of crutches. The little boy noticed right away that the man's leg was missing because his pant leg was tied in a knot. And he was so transfixed on the missing leg that he never looked up to see that it was his father, returning home from war. And, also, Milli Vanilli was playing in the background. When the doorbell rang, one by one the family members made their way to the door and into the arms of their beloved father and husband and they all enjoyed a very happy reunion.
Me: The end.
Max: That wasn't long enough.