My daughter thought she was slick as she surreptitiously looked for more bruises on my arm.  Thankfully, there were none.  Her rosebud lips pursed as she started to speak.  I quickly interrupted before she could verbally form her thought.

“So, Lil Lil, are you ready for the final chapter of Nimby’s fairy tale?”

She heaved an exaggerated sigh, too smart not to realize what I’d done.

“Yes, Momma.  Can you please try and finish it before I fall asleep this time?”

I chuckled as she passed the blame onto me.  “Yes, sweetie.  I will definitely try.   Let’s see, I think we left off with Nimby being called in to see the King. He was in big trouble…”

“I know it was you!” the Thief King shouted at the cowering halfling.

“I do not see how,” Nimby said with a low bow. “I do not have the patch to control…