12 Super Bedtime Story For Kids

12 Super Bedtime Stories for Kids is a collection of charming and beautiful tales perfect for ending your child’s day with a smile. Each story is filled with exciting adventures, lovable characters, and gentle lessons that will help your little one unwind and get ready for bed. These stories are simple, fun, and just the right length to make bedtime a peaceful and enjoyable time for both you and your child. The soothing tales bring a sense of calm and wonder before they drift off to sleep.

Jeannie and the Dream Monster

“Mommy,” said Jeannie as she nestled into bed. “Why do we have dreams?”

“That’s a good question,” Mommy replied, brushing a strand of hair from Jeannie’s forehead and kissing her goodnight. “It’s because our minds keep thinking, even when we’re asleep.”

“So,” said Jeannie thoughtfully, “it’s like our minds never sleep.”

“That’s right,” said Mommy with a smile.

“Why do we have bad dreams?” Jeannie asked, her voice a little quieter.

“Well,” Mommy explained, “sometimes if we think about bad things during the day, we might have bad dreams because of it.”

Jeannie considered this. “So if we think good thoughts during the day, we’ll have good dreams. Is that right?”

“Yes, sweetie,” said Mommy. “That’s true.”

Jeannie closed her eyes, determined to dream about good things. That night, she had a wonderful dream about playing with her mommy at the park. The sun was shining, and they were having a great time. Her favorite part was when Mommy pushed her high on the swings, her laughter echoing through the air.

But as she swung back and forth, Jeannie noticed something unusual. Sitting quietly at the edge of the park was a monster.

Curious rather than scared, Jeannie walked over to the monster. “Why are you in my good dream?” she asked.

The monster tilted its head. “Maybe this isn’t a good dream,” it replied.

“Oh yes, it is!” Jeannie said confidently. “My mommy and I are playing, and we’re having so much fun.”

The monster seemed to consider this. “That is good,” it said at last. “Maybe I’ll just leave you alone… until another dream.”

“I’m not going to have any bad dreams anymore,” Jeannie declared. “I’ll only dream about good things.”

“We’ll see,” said the monster with a hint of mischief. “But if you start thinking bad thoughts, I’ll have to come back.”

From that night on, Jeannie tried her hardest to only think of good things. For weeks, she had happy dreams, filled with sunny days, playful adventures, and laughter.

One day at school, Jeannie saw something that made her sad. A bully was picking on her friend. Without hesitation, Jeannie stepped forward.

“Stop that!” she said firmly.

The bully sneered. “Why should I? Maybe you should mind your own business.”

“I don’t want my friend to be hurt,” Jeannie said bravely. “It’s not nice to pick on others.”

After a moment, the bully shrugged and walked away. Jeannie felt proud, but the incident lingered in her mind. That night, as she drifted to sleep, the monster appeared in her dream again.

This time, it tried to scare her, but Jeannie stood her ground. “You can’t scare me,” she said.

“Oh, but I just did,” the monster replied with a sly grin.

“Not really,” Jeannie said calmly. “Once I realized who you were, I wasn’t scared at all.”

The monster sighed. “Well, I warned you. If you thought bad thoughts, I’d show up.”

“I wasn’t thinking bad thoughts,” Jeannie said. “I just didn’t like that bully picking on my friend.”

The monster seemed to soften. “You’re a good person,” it said. “Your friend is lucky to have you watching out for her.”

Jeannie frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

The monster smiled, not a scary smile, but a kind one. “I’m not going to come back into your dreams. You don’t need me anymore.”

“Thank you so much!” Jeannie exclaimed.

From that day on, Jeannie never had another bad dream. She focused on spreading kindness wherever she went, always looking for ways to help others.

Just for Fun Activity
Think of a time when you helped someone in need. How did it make you feel? Now, make a list of ways you can spread happiness, just like Jeannie did. Here are some ideas to start:

1. Help a friend with homework.
2. Share your toys or snacks.
3. Write a kind note for a family member.
4. Smile at someone who seems sad.

Spreading kindness makes the world a happier place—one good deed at a time!

Chrissy and the Cake

“I’m hungry,” said Chrissy, rubbing her tummy. “I need something to eat.”

“You just ate,” said Mother with a laugh. “I gave you a slice of cake not long ago.”

“It was so good though,” said Chrissy, her eyes sparkling. “Can I have another piece?”

Mother thought for a moment. “Okay,” she said. “But just a small piece, and then no more until dinner.”

“Alright!” said Chrissy happily.

Mother sliced a small piece of cake and handed it to Chrissy. She ate it as quickly as she could, savoring every bite. It was gooey, sweet, and absolutely delicious.

“That cake was amazing,” said Chrissy. “Can I please have another piece?”

“No,” said Mother firmly. “You need to save room for dinner.”

“I promise I’ll eat my dinner!” Chrissy pleaded.

Mother hesitated but finally gave in. “Just one more small piece,” she said.

Chrissy gobbled up the cake with a big smile. “Oh, now I’m so full,” she said, patting her tummy.

About an hour later, Chrissy went up to her room. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so good. Her tummy felt heavy and uncomfortable.

“Dinner is ready!” Mother called from downstairs.

“I’m not hungry,” Chrissy groaned. “I don’t feel well.”

Mother came up to her room, concern written all over her face. “Oh dear,” she said. “I shouldn’t have let you eat that last piece of cake.”

She helped Chrissy lie down on her bed.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” Chrissy said softly, feeling guilty for not keeping her promise to eat dinner.

“Just focus on getting better,” Mother said gently.

About an hour later, Chrissy came downstairs, looking much better.

“Are you feeling better now?” Mother asked.

“Yes,” Chrissy said. “I’m hungry again. Can I have my dinner now?”

“Of course you can,” said Mother.

Chrissy ate her dinner and felt much better. She sat back with a satisfied sigh, feeling proud of herself for finishing her meal.

“I have a small piece of cake here for you,” said Mother, smiling.

Chrissy’s face turned green just at the thought. “No thank you,” she said quickly.

“Are you sure?” asked Mother. “You love my cake.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure,” said Chrissy. “I love your cake, but I’ve had enough to last me for a while.”

Mother laughed. “Alright then.”

From that day on, Chrissy made a promise to herself: she would only eat one piece of cake at a time. No matter how delicious it was, she didn’t want to feel sick ever again.

Just for Fun Activity
We all enjoy sweets, but eating too many can make us feel unwell, just like Chrissy. What are some of your favorite fruits and vegetables? Make a list and try to eat at least one serving of them every day. They’ll help you stay strong and healthy!

Billy and His Bright Ideas

Billy was known for his bright ideas. Whenever the family needed to plan a fun activity, they’d turn to him. He always had the best suggestions.

One evening, as Mother tucked him into bed, she said, “Billy, we need to find something fun to do tomorrow. Do you think you can come up with some bright ideas?”

“Yes,” Billy replied confidently. “I’m pretty sure I can.”

As Billy drifted off to sleep, an idea suddenly popped into his head. He sat straight up in bed. “I know! I’m going to go swimming tomorrow,” he said aloud.

“Go back to sleep,” groaned his sister, Andrea, from her bed.

“No,” Billy insisted. “I really want to go swimming tomorrow.”

Andrea yawned. “Just get some more sleep, Billy. We’ll go swimming when the sun comes up.”

Billy lay back down, trying to rest, but another bright idea struck him. This time, he thought about horseback riding.

“Horseback riding!” he exclaimed.

Andrea opened one eye. “That does sound fun,” she admitted. “But where are you getting all these ideas from?”

“They just come to me when I’m trying to sleep,” said Billy.

Andrea nodded. “Your ideas are good, but we need to pick just one activity. We can’t go swimming and horseback riding all in the same day.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Mother came into the room. “Why are you two still awake?” she asked.

“We’re trying to decide between swimming and horseback riding,” Andrea explained.

Mother smiled. “Actually, we could do both.”

“Really?” Billy asked, his eyes wide.

“Sure,” Mother said. “Now get some sleep. It’s still dark outside.”

Billy and Andrea lay back down, but Billy’s mind kept racing. Suddenly, he sat up again. “A picnic!” he exclaimed.

Andrea chuckled. “Another bright idea,” she said.

Mother came back into the room. “Now what’s this about a picnic?” she asked.

“Can we go swimming, horseback riding, and have a picnic all in one day?” Billy asked.

Mother thought for a moment. “Yes, I think we could manage all three,” she said with a smile.

“That would be so much fun!” Andrea said. “Billy, you always have such good ideas.”

The next day, the family followed Billy’s plan. They went for a horseback ride, stopped by a lake for a swim, and then enjoyed a delicious picnic under the shade of a big tree.

“That was a wonderful day,” said Mother as they packed up their picnic. “Thank you, Billy, for your bright ideas.”

“You’re welcome!” Billy said proudly.

As they headed home, Andrea grinned at her little brother. “My birthday is coming up soon,” she said. “Do you think you can come up with some bright ideas for my party?”

“Oh, I already have one!” Billy said, his face lighting up. “You could have your birthday party at the zoo!”

Andrea’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a wonderful idea! I love the zoo.”

From that day on, the family always relied on Billy for planning their special events. His bright ideas never failed to make every occasion memorable.

Just for Fun Activity
Can you come up with some bright ideas for an upcoming special event? Maybe a birthday party, a family day, or just a fun weekend activity. Write a list of fun things to do and share your ideas with your family and friends. Who knows? One of your ideas could lead to the best day ever!

Jessica and the Stars

Daddy,” said Jessica, reaching up to the sky as high as she could. “Why can’t I catch the stars?”

“You will never be able to catch them,” Daddy said with a smile. “But you will always be able to see them.”

Jessica thought about this and smiled. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I can’t catch them,” she said. “If I did, I wouldn’t be able to see them anymore.”

“Yes,” said Daddy. “That’s very true.”

That night, Daddy tucked Jessica into bed, but she was too restless to sleep.

“Daddy,” Jessica said. “I want to look at the stars again. Can we go outside?”

Daddy thought for a moment. “I suppose it would be alright,” he said.

They stepped outside into the cool night air and looked up at the vast sky, filled with stars twinkling like diamonds. Suddenly, Jessica saw a streak of light flash across the sky.

“A falling star!” she exclaimed.

“Make a wish,” said Daddy.

Jessica closed her eyes tightly and made a wish as she watched the star disappear from view.

“Why can’t I catch that falling star?” Jessica asked.

“You could never run fast enough to catch it,” Daddy explained.

Jessica nodded thoughtfully. “That star fell really fast,” she said.

She turned her eyes back to the sky and noticed one star shining brighter than all the others. “Why is that star so much brighter?” she asked.

“That’s the North Star,” Daddy explained. “It’s the brightest star because it’s the closest to Earth.”

Jessica’s eyes lit up. “I think the North Star is my favorite star,” she said.

Daddy smiled. “I think it’s my favorite, too.”

“Why?” Jessica asked curiously.

“Because it’s your favorite star,” Daddy said.

Jessica beamed. “That’s a good reason.”

“I think so too,” Daddy replied.

They stayed outside for a long time, gazing up at the stars. Jessica loved how they sparkled and how each one seemed to have its own little story. Daddy showed her the constellations, and soon Jessica could point out the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper all by herself.

“Very good, Jessica,” said Daddy proudly.

One evening, Jessica looked out the window and frowned. The sky was overcast, and raindrops tapped against the glass.

“Daddy,” she said, disappointed. “We won’t be able to see the stars tonight.”

“No,” said Daddy, “but we can still learn about them. How about we read some books about the stars instead?”

Jessica’s face lit up. “Oh, Daddy, that sounds like fun!”

They spent the evening reading about the stars and learning their names, shapes, and stories. Jessica loved discovering more about the stars she admired so much.

That night, as Daddy tucked her into bed, Jessica said, “I love learning about the stars.”

“I do too,” Daddy said with a warm smile. “But what I love even more is the time we spend together. It’s very special to me.”

“It’s special to me too,” Jessica said, giving Daddy a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Patricia and the Dancing Sky

“Look, Mommy!” exclaimed Patricia, pressing her nose against the cold glass of her bedroom window. “The stars are dancing!”

Mommy walked over, smiling at her daughter’s excitement. Patricia was pointing to the flickering stars scattered across the night sky. Their twinkling seemed alive, almost as if they were putting on a special show.

“My, those stars really are dancing,” Mommy said, gazing out the window.

“Are they dancing for me?” Patricia asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Oh yes,” Mommy replied. “They are dancing just for you.”

Patricia giggled. “But one of them looks like it’s dancing for you, Mommy.”

Mommy laughed softly. “Yes, it does look that way.”

Together, they stood at the window, marveling at the glittering stars. Suddenly, the entire sky seemed to come alive. Waves of shimmering light painted the heavens in hues of green, pink, and purple.

“Wow!” Patricia gasped. “Look, the whole sky is dancing now!”

“Those are the Northern Lights,” Mommy said, her voice full of awe. “And they’re the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen.”

“They’re amazing!” Patricia whispered, unable to take her eyes off the dazzling display.

Just then, Grandpa appeared at the doorway. “Why isn’t Patricia in bed yet?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Come look, Grandpa!” Patricia exclaimed, pointing outside. “The stars were dancing, and now the whole sky is dancing too!”

Grandpa walked over to the window and smiled. “It sure is. I have an idea!”

He quickly wrapped Patricia in a warm quilt and carried her downstairs to an open field near their house.

“Grandpa, thank you!” Patricia said, her voice full of joy as she gazed up at the sky. “This is the best light show ever!”

“Yes, it is,” Mommy said, joining them in the field. “It’s even more beautiful out here.”

“I used to watch the Northern Lights when I was a little boy,” Grandpa said, his voice soft with nostalgia. “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this bright before.”

A few moments later, Grandma joined them, carrying a tray of steaming hot chocolate topped with marshmallows.

“The Northern Lights are simply breathtaking tonight,” she said.

“They sure are,” Grandpa agreed. “But the best part is sharing this moment with the three girls I love most.”

“Oh, Grandpa,” Patricia said, her voice full of affection. “I love you so much!”

Grandpa was rewarded with three warm kisses—one from Patricia, one from Mommy, and one from Grandma.

Soon, Grandma noticed that Patricia’s eyelids were starting to droop. “Come on, sweetheart,” she said. “Let’s get you to bed.”

As soon as Patricia lay down, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of dancing stars and glowing skies.

“The Northern Lights are so beautiful,” Patricia told Grandpa one night.

“They sure are,” Grandpa said with a smile. “But nothing is as beautiful as you are.”

“Aww, thank you, Grandpa,” Patricia said, giving him a big hug and kiss.

From that night on, whenever the Northern Lights appeared, Patricia would go outside to watch them, remembering that magical evening with her family and the beauty of the dancing sky.

Just for Fun Activity
One clear night, step outside and look at the stars! See if you can spot the Little Dipper, the Big Dipper, or other constellations. If you see a shooting star, don’t forget to make a wish!

Bo-Bo and Jo-Jo and the Magical Tree

Bo-Bo and Jo-Jo were twin monkeys living in the wildest jungle in Africa. They were always up to some kind of mischief, but their mother loved them deeply, no matter what.

One sunny morning, Bo-Bo announced, “We’re going outside to play!”

“We want to play on the big tree!” added Jo-Jo excitedly.

Mother, remembering the trouble they’d gotten into before, gave them a stern look. “Be careful on that tree,” she warned. “You know what happened the last time you climbed it.”

“We will be careful,” promised Bo-Bo.

“Yes,” said Jo-Jo. “I don’t want Bo-Bo to get hurt again.”

The last time they played on the big tree, a heavy limb had fallen and narrowly missed Bo-Bo’s head. Unfortunately, it landed on his baby toe instead, leaving him limping for days.

“I don’t want to hurt my baby toe again,” said Bo-Bo.

“Good,” said Mother. “Now off you go, but remember to stay safe.”

The brothers crossed a wide field, eager to reach their favorite big tree. But when they got to the spot, the tree was nowhere to be found.

“Where did the big tree go?” asked Bo-Bo, scratching his head.

“It was right here the other day,” said Jo-Jo, just as confused.

For an hour, they searched the area but found no trace of the tree. They were about to give up when a snake poked its head out of a hole in the ground.

“What big tree?” the snake asked slyly.

“The one that used to be right here,” said Bo-Bo.

“There’s no tree here,” said the snake. “But there’s a big tree over there.”

The monkeys turned and saw their big tree standing proudly on the other side of the field.

“That tree wasn’t there before!” exclaimed Jo-Jo.

“That’s because it’s a magical tree,” explained the snake. “It moves from place to place whenever a limb falls off.”

“Oh!” said Jo-Jo, suddenly remembering. “That explains what happened the other day when a limb fell and hit Bo-Bo’s baby toe.”

“Oh my!” said the snake, coiling thoughtfully. “That’s very interesting because anyone whose baby toe gets hit by a falling limb from that tree becomes the new king of the jungle.”

“What?” asked Bo-Bo, his eyes wide.

“You heard me,” said the snake. “You’re the new king of the jungle!”

“That’s wonderful!” said Jo-Jo, clapping his hands. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Thank you,” said Bo-Bo. “I’ll do my best to be a great king.”

The brothers ran home to share the news with their mother. She was waiting for them at the door.

“Did you two get into any mischief today?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“No, Mother,” said Bo-Bo, standing tall. “But I have some amazing news—I’m the new king of the jungle!”

Mother’s eyes widened. “How did that happen?”

Bo-Bo explained, “The tree limb that hit my baby toe the other day came from a magical tree. Whoever gets hit by a falling limb becomes the king!”

“That’s incredible!” said Mother. “Congratulations, my little king!”

The jungle held a grand celebration for Bo-Bo, and everyone cheered for their new king. True to his word, Bo-Bo became the kindest, wisest, and most playful king the jungle had ever seen. His baby toe healed quickly, and he and Jo-Jo spent many happy days climbing the magical tree, always keeping an eye out for falling limbs.

Just for Fun Activity
What would you do if you were king or queen? Use your imagination! Would you declare ice cream for breakfast every day? Or build the biggest playground ever? Share your ideas and have fun dreaming!

Rascal Raccoon and Sleepy Time Naps

It’s time for bed,” announced Rascal Raccoon, his voice full of conviction.

“What are you talking about?” asked Mother, glancing out the window. “It’s still light outside.”

“Are you sure?” Rascal asked, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Yes, Rascal. I’m looking out the window right now,” replied Mother.

Rascal opened one eye, then the other. “I guess it would help if I actually opened my eyes,” he admitted sheepishly.

Mother chuckled. “If you’re feeling tired, maybe you should take a nap.”

“I’m not tired!” insisted Rascal, though he let out a big yawn right after.

“I saw that yawn,” teased Mother. “Are you sure you’re not sleepy?”

“What yawn?” Rascal asked, yawning again despite himself.

Mother smiled knowingly. “It’s sleepy time for you,” she declared.

Suddenly, Mother yawned too.

“I guess it’s sleepy time for you too!” Rascal said with a laugh.

“Yes,” admitted Mother. “I think you might be right.”

Father Raccoon walked into the kitchen, curious about the conversation. “What are you two talking about?” he asked.

“Mother and I were just saying it’s time for a sleepy time nap,” explained Rascal.

Father looked surprised. “But it’s still daylight outside!”

“I know,” said Rascal. “But we keep yawning!”

Father chuckled but soon found himself yawning too. “I see what you mean,” he said. “It’s sleepy time for me as well.”

Just then, Abbie Fox, a friend of the family, knocked on the door.

“Hi, Rascal! I came over to visit,” said Abbie cheerfully.

“We’re all about to have a nap,” explained Father.

“A nap? But it’s not even dark outside,” said Abbie, puzzled.

“I know,” said Father. “But we’ve all been yawning nonstop.”

As if on cue, Abbie yawned too.

“Oh no! Now I’m yawning!” exclaimed Abbie. “I’d better head home before I fall asleep right here.”

The Raccoon family waved goodbye to Abbie, then each of them found a cozy spot to nap. They slept soundly and woke up feeling refreshed.

The next day, Abbie visited the Raccoons again.

“We had such a great sleep yesterday!” Father said. “I feel so energized today.”

“Me too,” said Abbie. “I haven’t yawned once!”

“Neither have we,” added Mother. “I think taking naps when we’re tired instead of waiting for bedtime is a great idea.”

Rascal grinned. “Sleepy time naps make me feel like I have endless energy!”

Mother looked around the house. “Speaking of energy, let’s use it to clean up the house today.”

“That’s a great idea,” agreed Rascal. “I’ll help!”

From then on, the Raccoon family decided they didn’t need to wait for darkness to rest. If anyone felt tired, they simply took a sleepy time nap, knowing it would give them all the energy they needed to enjoy the day.

Sparky the Dragon and the Castle Treasure

Sparky the Dragon lived in a grand, secluded castle deep in the woods. The castle had many rooms, towers, and secret passageways, and Sparky loved exploring its mysteries. The only visitor was an elderly man, the castle’s owner, who came by once a year to check on things.

One evening, Sparky decided to sleep in the castle’s enormous library.

“There are so many books here,” Sparky said, his voice echoing softly.

Curious, he began pulling books off the shelves and flipping through the pages. The pictures fascinated him, but Sparky couldn’t read the words.

“I should learn how to read,” Sparky decided.

He found a book about the alphabet and studied it diligently. After learning all the letters, Sparky began sounding out words. Before long, he could read entire sentences.

One day, Sparky stumbled upon a book titled The Secrets of the Castle. As he read, his excitement grew.

“There’s a treasure hidden in the attic!” he exclaimed, his tail flicking with anticipation.

Without wasting a moment, Sparky rushed up to the attic. He searched high and low, moving boxes, peeking into corners, and lifting old furniture.

“Hmm,” Sparky muttered. “No treasure here.”

Just as he was about to give up, a glint of gold caught his eye in the far corner. Sparky rushed over and found an old, dusty blanket on the floor. He picked it up, and the dust tickled his nose.

“Ah-choo!” Sparky sneezed, sending out a small flame that lit a nearby candle. The flickering light revealed a treasure chest hidden behind the blanket.

“I found the treasure!” Sparky cried joyfully.

Inside the chest were dazzling gold necklaces, ruby rings, and piles of silver coins. Sparky tried on the necklaces and rings, admiring how they sparkled. When he started counting the silver coins, he quickly realized there were too many for him to count.

“What will I do with all these coins?” Sparky wondered.

That night, Sparky read a book about sick children at the local hospital. Inspired, he decided to donate the coins to help them. The hospital staff were overwhelmed with gratitude. They used the treasure to fund medical treatments and cures, and soon the children were healthy again.

“Sparky is our hero!” the hospital staff cheered.

A month later, the elderly man visited the castle and heard about Sparky’s discovery.

“I heard you found a treasure chest,” the man said.

“Yes, I did,” Sparky replied. “I donated the silver coins to the hospital, and now all the children are well. I hope you don’t mind.”

The elderly man smiled warmly. “I searched for that treasure for years. I’m glad you found it and put it to such good use. How did you even find it?”

Sparky explained how he had read about it in a book.

“I’ve always wanted to read, but I never learned how,” admitted the elderly man.

“I can teach you,” Sparky offered.

The two became fast friends, spending their days reading books together. They uncovered more secrets about the castle, including other hidden treasures. Every treasure they found was donated to hospitals around the world, helping children everywhere.

Sparky and the elderly man became local heroes, beloved by all for their kindness and generosity.

Just for Fun Activity:
What would you do if you found a secret treasure? Would you buy toys, help others, or save it for something special? Let your imagination run wild and make a list of what you’d do!

Daniel and the Sleepy Sun

“It’s so cold outside today,” Daniel said, peering out the window.

“Yes,” replied Mother, wrapping her scarf tighter. “It is.”

“What happened to the sun?” Daniel asked. “I don’t see it in the sky.”

Mother smiled. “Me neither. Maybe the sun is tired today.”

“It must be,” Daniel agreed, pressing his hands against the chilly window.

Moments later, rain began to fall, tapping gently on the glass.

“Well, I guess the rain isn’t tired,” Daniel said, with a small sigh.

“Too bad it wasn’t,” said Mother. “I know you wanted to play outside.”

“Maybe the sun will wake up later,” Daniel hoped aloud.

“Hopefully,” said Mother, giving him a reassuring smile.

All day long, Daniel kept asking his mother, “Is the sun awake yet?”

“No, not yet,” Mother would reply.

“The sun must be really tired,” Daniel mused.

“It’s been shining for years and years,” Mother said thoughtfully. “That’s a lot of work.”

“I’d be tired too if I had to shine for that long!” Daniel exclaimed.

“Me too,” said Mother.

While playing in his room, Daniel suddenly noticed a streak of sunlight peeking through his window.

“Mother!” he shouted, racing down the stairs. “The sun woke up! Can I go outside and play now?”

“Yes, go ahead,” Mother said, laughing at his excitement.

Daniel ran out to his sandbox, laughing and playing under the warm sunlight. But after only half an hour, he came back inside.

“Did the sun go back to sleep?” he asked.

Mother glanced out the window and saw a cloud covering the sky.

“It looks like it’s playing hide-and-seek,” she said. “It’s just taking a little nap behind that cloud.”

Daniel watched through the window, and sure enough, the sun came out from behind the cloud.

“It’s back!” Daniel cheered, running outside again.

He played for another hour until the light began to fade. This time, Daniel returned inside looking puzzled.

“Where did the sun go this time?” he asked.

Mother looked out the window. “It seems like the sun has gone to bed for the night,” she explained. “But don’t worry—it’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

Daniel nodded and headed upstairs.

“Where are you off to now?” Mother asked.

“Well,” said Daniel, yawning. “If the sun is sleeping, I should sleep too.”

“Good idea,” Mother said with a smile.

That night, Daniel slept soundly. When he woke up the next morning, sunlight poured through his window, bright and cheerful.

“The sun is awake!” Daniel exclaimed. “I’m going outside to play!”

Mother looked out the window and smiled at the clear, sunny sky. “Have fun, Daniel,” she said.

And Daniel spent the whole day playing under the warm, happy sun.

Just for Fun Activity:
What do you think the sun dreams about when it’s hidden behind the clouds or sleeping at night? Draw or write your own story about the sun’s adventures in the sky!

Tommy and the Goodnight Bear

“Goodnight, Tommy,” said Mother, kissing him on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Mommy,” Tommy replied, snuggling under his blankets. “Where’s my goodnight bear? How can I sleep without him?”

“Isn’t he on your bed?” asked Mother.

“No,” said Tommy, sitting up. “He was on my bed earlier, but not now.”

“Oh dear,” said Mother, looking around. “Well, he can’t be too far away.”

Tommy got out of bed and, with Mother’s help, they searched his room high and low for the goodnight bear. They checked under the bed, behind the dresser, and even inside Tommy’s toy chest, but they couldn’t find him.

“Well, that’s strange,” Mother said. “I don’t see your goodnight bear anywhere.”

“Me either!” Tommy pouted, placing his hands on his hips. “I don’t know where he could be.”

“Are you sure he was in your room earlier?” asked Mother.

“Yes,” Tommy nodded. “I was playing with Jackson, and he was right here.”

“Jackson!” Mother exclaimed. “I bet Jackson has your goodnight bear.”

“What would Jackson be doing with my goodnight bear?” Tommy asked, furrowing his brow.

“I think we need to go find out,” said Mother with a smile.

Mother and Tommy went downstairs to the kitchen, and there, curled up in his dog bed, was Jackson. Between his paws was Tommy’s goodnight bear.

“Oh,” said Tommy, smiling. “Jackson looks so cozy with my goodnight bear.”

“Yes,” Mother agreed, watching Jackson snuggle in his bed. “He sure does.”

Tommy bent down to take the bear from Jackson, but when he saw how comfortable the dog looked, he stopped.

“I can’t take my goodnight bear from Jackson,” Tommy said softly. “He looks so happy with it.”

That night, Tommy went to bed without his goodnight bear. He didn’t sleep as well as usual, but he was proud of himself for being kind.

Mother was very proud of Tommy, too. She knew how much his goodnight bear meant to him and how hard it was to share it with Jackson. The next day, she decided to buy Tommy a new goodnight bear so he wouldn’t have to sleep without one.

The following night, Tommy’s new goodnight bear was missing.

“Where’s your new goodnight bear?” asked Mother.

“I think Jackson has it,” said Tommy, grinning.

Mother and Tommy went downstairs again, and sure enough, Jackson was in his dog bed, with not one, but two goodnight bears between his paws.

“You know,” Tommy said with a laugh, “he just looks so cozy with my teddy bears, I can’t take them from him.”

Mother smiled. “He sure does. I’m very proud of you, Tommy.”

“You are?” asked Tommy.

“Yes,” said Mother. “You’re being so generous, sharing your goodnight bears with Jackson.”

“Well,” Tommy laughed, “I didn’t really have a choice. I guess I’m just not allowed to have a goodnight bear anymore!”

“I guess not,” Mother said with a chuckle.

Just For Fun Activity:
Do you have a favorite teddy bear or stuffed animal? What makes it special to you? Draw a picture of your favorite bear or toy, and write a story about all the adventures you have together!

Misty, Ginger, and Harriet

Misty and Ginger were two cats that lived together in a big house at the end of a long road. Misty was grey and white, while Ginger was orange and white. They loved to play together, especially at night, when the house was quiet.

One particular evening, Misty was feeling very tired. She wanted to curl up in her bed and drift off to sleep for some sweet dreams. But Ginger, full of energy, had other plans.

“I want to play hide-and-seek,” Ginger said, climbing onto the back of the couch and peeking out from behind it.

“Ginger,” Misty said, yawning, “we really need to get some sleep.”

“I want to play,” Ginger replied with a twinkle in her eye.

“I know you do,” Misty said, stretching her paws. “But there’s a proper time for playing. We can’t just play whenever we want.”

“You mean we can’t play all the time?” Ginger asked, her ears twitching with curiosity.

“No,” Misty explained. “We have other things to do, like eating and sleeping.”

Ginger stretched and let out a big yawn. “I see what you mean,” she said, settling down. “I’m starting to feel sleepy.”

“I am too,” Misty agreed. “I think it’s time for a nap.”

And so, the two cats curled up together, drifting into a peaceful sleep. Ginger dreamed of new games to play when they woke up, while Misty dreamed of delicious meals to make for herself and Ginger.

After a while, Ginger stirred. “Let’s wake up now,” she said, poking Misty with her paw. “I had a good nap and some great dreams.”

“I did too,” Misty said, blinking her eyes open. “Now, I want to cook us some dinner.”

“I thought we could play,” Ginger suggested, hopping off the couch.

“Well,” Misty said, glancing at the clock, “I guess it’s a little early for dinner. We do have some time to play. What do you want to play?”

“I was thinking of a new game,” Ginger said, crawling back onto the couch. “We can count how many cats are in the house.”

“That’s easy,” Misty replied, stretching. “You’re one cat, and I’m one cat, so that makes two cats.”

“Not quite!” Ginger laughed, pointing to the door. “Look! There’s another cat in the house!”

Their owner walked in carrying a small, fuzzy kitten in her arms.

“Oh my!” Misty exclaimed. “There’s a third cat!”

Ginger and Misty excitedly greeted the new kitten. Her name was Harriet, and she was black and white with big, bright eyes. She was very friendly and quickly became fast friends with both of the older cats.

“I like Harriet,” Misty said, giving the kitten a gentle nuzzle.

“Me too!” Ginger said. “She’s so cute! We can play all sorts of games with her!”

“Yes, we sure can,” Misty agreed. “But now I need to make us some dinner.”

While Misty cooked, Ginger played with Harriet. They chased each other around the living room, jumped on the furniture, and had lots of fun.

“I see you’re getting extra playtime in with Harriet,” Misty said, smiling as she stirred the food on the stove.

“Yes,” Ginger said, beaming. “It’s so much fun having Harriet here. I love playing with her.”

“I think she likes playing with you too,” Misty said, noticing how Harriet was purring happily. “But she’s going to need a nap soon.”

As if on cue, Harriet curled up in a cozy corner and drifted off to sleep. Her little paws twitched as she dreamed of more fun games to play with Ginger.

Misty and Ginger exchanged smiles, knowing that their home had just become even more wonderful with their new friend, Harriet.

Just For Fun Activity:
Do you have a favorite toy or a playmate you love to spend time with? What games do you play together? Draw a picture of you and your favorite playmate, and write a story about your best adventure!

Ruth, Jonny, Henry, and the Skip-a-Rope Challenge

Ruth was outside playing with her two brothers, Jonny and Henry. She wanted to play skip-a-rope, but they didn’t want to. They thought skip-a-rope was only for girls.

“You won’t catch us playing skip-a-rope,” Jonny said, laughing.

“Yeah,” Henry added. “We’re boys. We don’t want to play girl games.”

“Fine,” Ruth said, taking the skipping rope from the garage and playing by herself.

Their neighbor, Jake, came over to talk to Jonny and Henry about going fishing that afternoon.

“Fishing is definitely for boys,” Henry said.

“Yep,” Jonny agreed.

“What’s Ruth doing?” Jake asked, noticing her with the rope.

“She’s playing skip-a-rope,” Jonny answered.

“Skip-a-rope?” Jake said, his eyes lighting up. “I would love to play that!”

“You would?” Henry asked, surprised.

“Sure!” Jake said. “Skipping is great exercise. You guys know my uncle, right? He’s in amazing shape.”

“Yes,” Henry said.

“Well, my uncle skips rope all the time,” Jake explained.

Jonny and Henry exchanged a look.

“Do you think we should try it?” Jonny asked.

“I think we should,” Henry replied.

The two boys decided to join Ruth, and they quickly realized that skipping rope was a fun and effective way to get stronger. They could feel their muscles getting stronger, and it felt like great exercise.

Soon, they started hearing teasing from their friends. “Look at the sissies playing skip-a-rope!”

But Jonny wasn’t bothered. “It’s good exercise,” he said, flexing his muscles.

“Look how fit we are,” Henry added with a grin.

Billy, one of their teasing friends, looked at them and exclaimed, “Oh my! They really are fit!”

Before long, more boys started joining in, and the game became a popular activity in their neighborhood. One day, Jake brought his uncle over to meet the boys. The boys were excited to see him.

“So you got really fit from playing skip-a-rope?” Jonny asked.

“Yes,” said Jake’s uncle. “I did.”

Jake’s uncle challenged the boys to a skip-a-rope competition. First, he skipped rope, and then one of the boys would take their turn. The goal was to see how many times they could skip rope in two minutes.

Jake’s uncle kept winning, but he explained, “It’s because I have more experience.”

All the boys were good sports about it, laughing and cheering each other on.

“You boys are great sports,” Jake’s uncle said, impressed. “I know some boys who would be upset if they weren’t winning.”

“We know we can’t beat you,” Jonny said with a smile. “You’re a pro.”

“Keep practicing,” Jake’s uncle encouraged. “Someday, you’ll be able to beat me.”

“You think so?” Henry asked, eager to improve.

“Oh, yes,” said Jake’s uncle. “The more you practice, the better you’ll get.”

Jonny and Henry practiced every day, and before long, they came very close to beating Jake’s uncle.

“You boys are doing fantastic,” said Jake’s uncle one day. “And in such a short amount of time!”

“Thanks,” Jonny said, beaming. “We really enjoy exercising.”

Eventually, Jonny and Henry were able to beat Jake’s uncle in a skip-a-rope competition. But they didn’t gloat. They were humble and grateful for all the fun they’d had together.

Just For Fun Activity:
Do you like to exercise? Exercising can be as simple as playing tag, climbing the monkey bars, or jumping rope. Set aside time to play outside each day, and aim for at least 30 minutes of exercise. What are your favorite activities to keep fit? Share your thoughts and write a story about how you like to stay active!