A story, as narrated by my two-year-old:
“Once upon, little boy Noah wanted crackers. But his Mommy said let’s go outside. And then little boy Noah got sick. His Mommy drove him to the doctor and the doctor said, “No more monkeys jumping on the bed!” One fell off and bumped his head and the doctor said “No more monkeys jumping on the bed!” And then his mommy drove him home. And then little boy Noah still wanted some crackers. And he was not sick any more. And his Mommy took care of him. The End.”
Goodness, I love this kid.