I read Cady a story a few nights ago before bed, then, per usual, she asked for another story once she was tucked in. Those are normally short, and just from memory instead of a book. This request was the for “Three Little Pigs.”

Well, I made it to the first house where the wolf was huffing and puffing, and Cady took over the story telling. She finished the rest of the story, and it was a riot! It all culminated with the wolf not being able to blow down the brick house. Apparently he was pretty sad, and a good laugh was had by all of the piggies.