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Sleep Tight Stories - Bedtime Stories for Kids
✨Short Story✨ Why Is Snow White? ❄️
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A short story for kids perfect before bed or anytime.
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Hello, friends, and welcome to Sleept Stories. A girl and her father are reading when the girl looks up and asks her father an important question. Her father gives her an answer but says he is not certain and maybe she will need to look it up after she finishes her homework. Why is snow white, Daddy? Why is snow white? Why can't it be one of my favorite colors instead? Her father looked up from his book. Snow is white because it's made of tiny ice crystals and when light hits them, it bounces around inside and reflects almost all the colors at once. And when all the colors mix together, your eyes see white. She thought about that for a second. Are you sure? Pretty sure. But. But it's been a while since I studied this in science. You could check one of your books and see what it says. She nodded slowly, like she wasn't entirely convinced. Well, why is some snow yellow? Jeff said it might be orange flavored, but I haven't tried it yet. Um. Her father set his book down. Yeah, I wouldn't try that, and I really hope Jeff didn't either. He paused. Have you finished your homework yet? Sort of, except for math, which I haven't started yet because I keep getting caught up in my book. The story is really good and I want to see what happens next. I understand. But your math homework is important too. Why don't you bring your book and your math and sit here with me while you finish it? She thought about this. It wasn't the worst idea. I guess I could. But you can't help me too much because I need to try and solve the problems on my own first. I'll do my best, he said, and smiled a little. Probably. She settled in on the other end of the couch with her math worksheet on one knee and and her book balanced on the other. Her father had his own book open, though she noticed he wasn't really turning any pages. For a while it was quiet, just the sound of her pencil and the furnace clicking on and off. She finished two problems, then she read four pages. Then she did one more problem, which she erased twice. Then she read two more pages. You're peeking at my math, she said without looking up. I'm not. You were. I was just glancing. She pulled the worksheet a little closer to her side of the couch. Her father went back to his unread book. She got through the rest of the problems without too much trouble, except for the last one, which she stared at for a long time. She didn't ask for help. She just stared at it until Something clicked, and then she wrote down the answer and circled it, which felt like the right thing to do when you figured something out on your own. Done, she said. Her father leaned over and looked at the circle dancer. That's my girl, he said. She went back to her book. Her father finally turned a page. A few chapters later, she stopped. She'd been thinking about it on and off the whole time. In the background, the way you think about a word you can't quite remember. She got up and went to the bookshelf in the hallway. She knew which book she wanted. The big science one with the cracked spine that she'd had since she was little. She brought it back to the couch and flipped through until she found the right section. She read it twice to make sure. Ok, she said. You were mostly right about the snow. Her father looked over. Mostly? It's not just that all the colors mix together. It's more like the ice crystals scatter the light in every direction so none of the colors get absorbed. That's why it looks white. She showed him the page, pointing to the diagram. See? Scattered. Not just reflected. He looked at it for a moment. Huh. That is more accurate. She nodded. I thought so. She put the book on the cushion between them in case he wanted to read more of it, and went back to her own. After a minute, he picked it up. She was halfway through another chapter when her father looked over. Okay, I think that's enough for tonight. Go brush your teeth and wash up. She didn't argue, which probably meant she was more tired than she wanted to admit. She put her bookmark in, gathered up her worksheets, and headed for the stairs. Hey, she said from the third stair up. I'm going to ask Jeff tomorrow if he actually tried it. Her father looked up from the science book, which he was still reading. Go brush your teeth. She grinned and kept going. By the time he came up to say goodnight, she was already in bed with the covers pulled to her chin. The window above her desk had a thin line of frost along the bottom edge, and outside the snow was coming down again, quiet and white, the way it always is. She was almost asleep. Dad? She said. Mm? Do you think it ever snows in colour somewhere? Like on another planet or something? He thought about it for a second. Maybe, he said. Look it up tomorrow. She smiled and closed her eyes. And that is the end of our story. Good night. Sleep tight.