Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I hadn’t thought of it like that.” Daddy did the thinking frowning face and nodded slowly. “I think that can be a very important job. You’re right.”
“Books are smart.” They gave people ideas. “They showed me new ways to play with my toys. I’ll show you.”
Toy time.
“Where are they?” Daddy bent over and looked under the bed. “Are they hiding?”
“Yep.” Ha. I used the silly word. “They’re just mine, so I don’t have to share them.”
“That’s right.” Daddy looked proud of me for knowing that rule. “We get to decide what’s private and you’re saying toys are private.”
Yes.
Private.
“That’s a good word.” Toys was also a good word too and it was my special word to open my cubbies. “Ta-da.”
I got to use all the fun words today.
“Oh.” Daddy got big eyes as I made all the doors disappear so he could see my toys. “I’m so glad you’ve got toys, baby. Tell me about them.”
“They’re different.” Legos didn’t move like my blocks did. “Look.”
Pulling out my bucket, I showed Daddy my blocks. “They’re like Legos but better. You can use them too.”
If Daddy could make privacy he could make towers.
I showed Daddy how to stack the blocks. He reached for them and then stopped. “How do I make them work?”
“Thinking time. Daddy. Think. Think. Think. Like the bear.” One more. “I think I want a tower and they stay.”
“Can I try it?” Daddy was nervous, so I gave him lots of blocks. “Okay. Yes.”
“You got a pile.” More blocks were better. “You make a tower, Daddy.”
“Yes. I’m going to make a tower.” Daddy put his blocks on the floor and studied them. “Squares and rectangles. Why are some that silvery water color and some are blue and green?”
Daddy asked good questions.
“I made water and grass. I made Earth last night.” I was thinking of Daddy so I made Daddy’s home. “The green kind of Earth.”
That was the best kind.
“Oh.” Daddy pointed to the plain ones. “Is that their normal color?”
Smart Daddy.
“Yep.” Ha. That was a great word. “You build and you make them colors.”
Daddy got his thinking face and did big-big thinks as he picked up one and started to make a tower. Careful. Careful. “Oh.”
Daddy made it red. “That actually works.”
“Tiny-tiny baby magic.” I pointed to the block. “Little dragons stack with fingers and color and play. Little mages stack with minds.”
Picking up one block, Daddy nodded and got his stubborn face on. “We’re not even going to pretend that I can move them with my mind. I can be a baby dragon, though.”
Daddy was a baby dragon.
“Alright, so I take the blocks…and…and everything is about will and focus. So if I’m a baby dragon I’m learning to focus my magic so that I can interact with the things the mages make.” Big-big thinking face from Daddy. “Oh, that didn’t go as planned.”
The red block fell.
No magic meant they were slippery.
Oh dear.
“Baby dragons got to try hard, Daddy. Work. Work. Work.” I was a good helper and gave him the red block again. “Here you go.”
“They repel each other if you get the magic wrong.” Daddy sighed. “I can do this. No getting distracted.”
Distracted?
Oops.
No distracting Daddy.
Quiet-quiet.
Shhh.
No wiggles.
Still-still.
“Yay. Good dragon, Daddy.” Daddy rolled his eyes and made me giggle. He was funny. Ha. I was funny. I rubbed his head. “Who’s a good little dragon?”
Hahahaha.
Daddy flopped back on the floor. “Me. I’m a good dragon.”
Daddy was dramatic like an Earth dragon.
“You did it.” I gave his tummy a pat ’cause his head was far away. “Wanna see my castle?”
“A castle?” Daddy sat up. “Where?”
No more Daddy drama.
“Here.” Leaning over Daddy’s pile of blocks, I pulled out my castle. “It keeps going and going and going.”
Ha.
I made Daddy laugh.
“Someone found old commercials online.” Daddy got a big-big smile as I finished pulling my castle out of the special shelf. “Oh, it’s like Wren’s magic bag.”
Yep.
“Magic shelf.” Magic shelves hid toys better. “See?”
“I do.” Daddy leaned over and crawled around the blocks to see my castle. “It’s like a medieval castle from Earth, but I don’t think I’ve seen turrets like that before. Is it Austrian? We lived in Germany for several years but I don’t remember this style.”
German?
Oh, the pretzel country.
They had a pretzel country and a tea country and a noodle country, and even a country that tried to kill everybody.
“No.” No pretzels here. “It’s a here castle.”
Daddy cocked his head like a human puppy in one of my books. “Here?”
“You have castles and we have castles.” I shrugged. “Everybody has castles.”
Daddy plopped down on his bottom and put on his confused human face. “It’s a beautiful castle, baby, but it’s a here castle?”
“Yep.” English had good sounds that were almost words. “It’s old and broken now but that’s what it was like years and years and years ago. Lots of years. All the long years.”