We bought two copies. The Tiny Dynamo and I read side by side, oohing and ahhing.
We found ourselves caught in a curiously cruel bind. The book was so delicious the pages practically turned themselves. but every page turned was another page closer to the end. I was sad for this.
Last night, we finished together. It was late, and we're both dragging this morning.
I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me.
Butler, the internet is safe. You can stand down now.
Good boy! Go outside and play or something...