C-bao went on a hike in the Presidio yesterday with C-Pop.
"Tell me a story, Pop," she said while walking. Our little girl has been into fairy tales recently, and generally asks for stories with witches and wolves.
Like a teenager seeking a thrill from a horror movie, C-bao listens to these plot lines - involving either the wicked witch or the hungry wolf, or both - with both fascination and dread, and then generally hops into C-Pop's arms in case any of the fictional characters decide to step into the real world. Yesterday was no exception.
Here she is scanning the dark forest with suspicion. "Is there a wolf behind that tree? What about that one?"
