(Thomas wearing wear my boots.)
When I returned home Sunday evening from a weekend book event, My Beloved told me of a conversation she had with our five-year-old grandson Thomas during a visit that morning:
Thomas: “Where are all the (children’s picture) books?”
My Beloved: “We had to put them in boxes and put them away because the builders need room to build.”
T: “But children need to read. I’m a child. I need to read.”
I love how that boy thinks.