The most amazing thing just happened...
Willa who is full "I want, I want, I want" mode just came down stairs from her room with a book in her hand.
"Here, Henry, I brought this down to give to you. It's a Harold book, and I know you like those."
I peered at her just above the laptop screen. I think my jaw had dropped.
"What? I thought he would like it, so I'm giving it to him."
I'm typing this quickly so I don't forget. It looks like the Toys for Tots shopping trip and the talks about giving really sunk in past the part of her brain that's been marinating in the toy ads that come in the newspaper and with Saturday morning cartoons.
She's "reading" it to him right now. It's hard to hear over my heart which is singing a little Handel.