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Grandpa’s Trolls

Grandpa has been telling the boys about trolls. And the boys have been telling me.

Did you know that trolls have six legs, but no arms. They live under bridges. And trolls are nocturnal too, which helps them to steal cookies from the kitchen at night while little boys are fast asleep. Trolls love cookies, especially the chocolate kind. Benjamin and Nicholas know this for a fact. The other night, they left out two cookies on a plate, one chocolate and one vanilla, just to see what would happen. Come morning, the vanilla was untouched, but the chocolate cookie had a big troll-sized bite out of it. The trolls were careful to cover their tracks. There were none to be found. Trolls are tricky like that. Luckily for little boys, trolls are allergic to lemons. If you want to keep your cookies safe, make sure to cover them in lemon juice before you go to bed. Or you could hide all the cookies in the refrigerator. Trolls don’t like the refrigerator. You see, trolls don't have any hair, so there isn't much to keep them warm when they open the fridge. I guess that trolls don't like winter coats either. 

Benjamin recommends leaving one cookie out to share with the trolls. After all, sharing is right. But, don’t try to share fish with the trolls. Trolls won’t eat fish.

Trolls like to eat a lot. And when they’re full, their belly-buttons pop-out, going from innies to outies. Sometimes, when two trolls are stuck together, one will push the belly-button of the other back in, so that his buddy can finish eating. When we went out for dinner the other night, Nicholas was caught several times lifting his flannel shirt to inspect his belly-button. Fortunately, it stayed in. I guess that Nicholas isn’t a troll. 

What else is there to tell you about trolls? Well, it turns out that trolls don’t much like stuffed animals. So, if you pile all your stuffed animals into your bed, and hide them under the covers, they’ll keep you safe from the trolls while you sleep. At least, that’s what worked for Benjamin and Nicholas.

It also turns out that Grandpa has quite an imagination. And Benjamin and Nicholas have good memories. Grandpa’s Trolls could make for a great children’s storybook. Consider the idea copyrighted. Anyone know a good publisher?

xo Naomi

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