Whenever she wants to give me some advice or instructions for my school or friends or neighbors, the tone is of a story. I have inherited storytelling from my world.
I never asked him for a story. He started telling it by himself - a dear and a fish. Two dears and a lion. A horse and a dog.
I would listen the same story for 15 days, but he could tell me 15 different stories for 15 days. There was often a happy ending, and a moral.
Gradually when I got a feeling of narrative structure, I would say:
I would define the characters and he would weave a story around those characters. For example, I would say that he needs to use these chacaters ONLY:
Sequels: Then there were times when I insisted to tell me sequel of yesterday's story. It challenges him and most often, he is able to bring different stories together on the same canvas.
Storytelling was making way into my skillset and then he shifted to a different mode - of questions and answers:
His one-liners in response, and in context
While watching how a chopper works, he just proposed - "How beautiful it will be if we just enter your notebook from one end and all your home work is automatically done when we pull the notebook from other end, of such a machine!". I did not like the idea and I proposed back - "How if you put your laptop from one side and all your James project work is done when you pick the laptop from the other end!".