Friday, May 6, 2011
One day we were having breakfast when we heard a thump at the front door. It was a parcel for the preschooler.
He ripped it open, 'read' the card and looked at the cover of the beautiful book from his faraway friend Sophie.
I asked him if he wanted me to read him the book. He said, 'No.'
'Because I miss them.'
A few days later he still doesn't want me to read the book. He did agree to send Sophie a present though. He had a very specific idea of what it should be...