TDS: Tell Me A Story About When I Was A Baby

A few weeks ago, I wrote about how the munchkin wanted to hear a the story of how she went from a cradle in our bedroom to her current sleeping arrangement in her big girl bed. That quickly evolved into repeated requests for "stories from when she was a baby".

Big Bang Baby by Stone Temple Pilots
At first, the stories flowed easily. She was more than pleased to hear about the time she dunked her heel in her poopy diaper, or how she used to gnaw on my nose as an infant. But she became bored with the same set of cute anecdotes, and began to clarify her request, asking for "new stories about when she was a baby". Unfortunately, when not allowed to repeat, my collection of stories dwindled quickly. Eventually, I started making stories up, like this one:

One time, when you were a baby, you were in your crib and wanted some milk. So you cried, and you cried, but Mommy and Daddy told you it was time to sleep. So, you waited until Mommy and Daddy were asleep, and then you stole the keys to the van and drove yourself to the grocery store and bought some milk. You bought some sou-sous (pacifiers) too because you forgot yours in the crib.

And this one:

One time, when you were a baby, Mommy left the door to the liquor cabinet open, and you found a bottle of whiskey inside. You opened and drank some. Dude, you were so wasted! You ran around the front lawn with your diaper on your head!

The funniest part is that she genuinely believes that these things happened, and that she just doesn't remember them. I've tried to explain that I'm kidding, but she doesn't seem to get it.

Does this make me a bad father? What about if I told you that MTM and I laugh at her when we talk about it after she goes to bed?

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Thanks for all the kind words about my dad. As of last night, he was feeling better (although still on a morphine pump, so take that with a grain of salt). However, the big news is that he stood up yesterday. He was a little wobbly, but overall OK. He's also able to move his toes and stuff. Apparently, the doctors are surprised with his progress. Now we just need to wean him off the happy juice...