One time, there was an airplane and a little boy.
And I was on the airplane.
And you weren’t on the airplane.
And Mommy wasn’t on the airplane.
It was just me.
I was all by myself.
And you had to get the airplane.
And you didn’t have a car.
And I went to a lot of airports.
And I sat down all by myself.
And then I came home.
And then you saw me.
And then we had breakfast.
The end.
If By Yes 
You need to have these stories printed into a book and gifted to him at some point in his adulthood.
^I adore this idea. The fact that you’re typing them out here, you’re already ahead of the game.
Yeah, this is my way of recording them so I don’t forget.
He’s simply delightful. I love Jennifer’s idea of a book for him 🙂
I’ll have to wait until he’s old enough not to be humiliated by them. Maybe when he has children of his own.
I can’t imagine him ever being humiliated by these. I love reading/remembering things that I made up as a kid, and I always have.
I am embarrassed in an amused way by my child writing. It was SO bad.