Earlier today, I took Moxie downstairs while I got the laundry out of the dryer. She went over to the book nook, grabbed a few books, and brought them over to me. I read her “What Makes A Rainbow,” which is definitely a classic in this house. Then she handed me The Grouchy Ladybug, by Eric Carle. I opened it and started reading.
“It was night, and some fireflies danced around the moon. At five o’clock in the morning, the sun came up.”
She promptly grabbed the book back out of my hands and put it back. BEST STORY EVER.
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