Life as a story or a storybook life?

Max loves stories. He loves listening to them and he is also very creative and loves making his daily life into a story. Often, he comes up with a story for any given moment to make it more exciting. 

This morning when he got up I asked him, "how is my little dinosaur today?" He responds, "I'm a skunk. Don't touch my stinky tail mommy!"  I sort of laugh and say. "Okay, how's my little skunk this morning?"  

Max replies withou skipping a beat and begins playing with toys outside my bathroom door still in his one piece red winter Jammies. He is making up stories about the toys homes, and what thy are doing. After a few minutes I asked if he had been to the bathroom yet because usually he has to rush off for a morning pee. He replies, "no, I haven't pooped in a while!" and rushes off to the bathroom as if I just had a brainstorm. It was quite funny. 

He sits there for a couple minutes and does his thing and then announces, "mommy my poop is my stink that was in my tail. It's coming out now so you don't have to worry about my spraying you anymore with my stinky tail anymore "

Okay then. My only reply was to laugh and thank him. He cracks me up. 

Maybe I'm the one with a story book life :)