When kids ask me where story ideas come from, I always talk to them about listening in to what’s going on around them.
This morning I was lucky enough to be close enough to eavesdrop overhear one of those delightful conversations that take place between six-year-old boys when they’re just, you know, chatting about stuff. Mr6’s friend M had been visiting and we were all in the car, on our way to drop him off to a family function.
“I’m a little bit scared,” he confided to Mr6.
“Why would you be scared?” asked Mr6. “It’s just your family.”
“There’ll be people there I don’t know.”
Pause. “You need to just find a friend,” said Mr6, knowledgeably. “You only need one friend and then it’ll be fine.”
[insert arty shot of driving Mum smiling to herself]
“You’re right,” said M. Pause. “Do you ever worry about things?”
Pause. “Nope,” said Mr6, sunnily.
[insert arty shot of relieved driving Mum, smiling to herself]
“I do,” said M. “I have a worry doll.”
“What’s that?” asked Mr6, intrigued at prospect of a toy.
“I keep it under my pillow and if I have worries I tell the doll and it takes them away.”
“That’s cool!” said Mr6. Pause. “Maybe if I get some worries Mum will get me one.”
[insert arty shot of driving Mum struggling to contain suppressed laughter]