At 5:00 a.m. on Christmas morning, our young grandsons (5 and 8 years old) appeared at our bedroom door with excitement on their faces. "Are you awake yet?" they whispered. Their grandmother sweetly asked, "Would you boys like Grandpa to tell you a story while I get up and start preparing breakfast?" They eagerly agreed, and I knew I had to produce something good; my job was to stall so their parents could sleep a bit longer before the Christmas gift-exchange chaos began. While I was pondering which story to tell, the 5-year-old (whom I often think of as the "director" of our family) said, "I want you to tell a real story with some fake parts. Then I want you to tell a fake story with some real parts."
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