Conversations with a Three Year Old

We read The Grouchy Ladybug by Eric Carle. You insisted that your toys, Cat in the Hat and Astroboy, read with us. Best I can, I explained the still-abstract concepts of humility and sharing. Grasping it amidst leaves and bugs and aphids and skunks and boa constrictors and lobsters and whales and fireflies dancing around the moon all boxed in the notion of time, you declared, "I'll sleep now, Dad."