“Mawows.” Mister says after he’s eaten his lunch.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Husband asks.
“Say it again, buddy,” husband says.
“MAWOWS!” Mister shouts.
“Marshmallows?” Husband guesses.
“Kay!” Mister says, now sounding relieved.
Talking with a toddler can be like deciphering another language. So can writing a book.
“All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.” ― E.B. White
What do you hope your books say?