Tonight, Alan was looking through a “Search and Find” (think I-SPY) book with me.
“I found a hole. Oh wait, no, that’s a puddle.”
“That’s a giraffe. It’s supposed to be at the zoo. But it’s not. I wonder how we can get it to the zoo?”
“Why is that girl standing up?”
“I found a guy who looks like Dumbledore!”
“There’s a snowman in the sky. The snowman has a truck right about down here. It has to stay on the logs and try to make a mess. But… he doesn’t need to make a mess.”
“There’s the fork! *pointing to a ghost*”
“That girl has a present. For that puppy. *(on the opposite side of the page)* But the puppy lost his present. And now she can’t remember how to get up there!”
“A fire hydrant! Oh! Where’s the fire truck?”
“There’s a letter! Where’s the mailbox?”
“The light blue lost his eye.”
“Grace, where did the Dumbledore guy go?”
“Can you find a hot air balloon? It’s right over there. *points*”
“Can you find this? *points*”
Don’t grow up, baby. Don’t you ever grow up.