Eleanor picked out the book she wanted read to her before bed tonight: Olivia Saves the Circus.
As you may know, Olivia is one of Eleanor’s favorites. She and I sat together in the glider, Brandon sat on the ottoman, and we read. When we finished, she wanted to turn back to the page with Olivia on the flying trapeze. Eleanor was pointing at Olivia and trying to tell us something, but we couldn’t figure it out.
“Eyes? Yes, those are Olivia’s eyes. Stripes? Yes, she’s wearing stripes…”
Clearly I was not guessing correctly, because Eleanor was becoming increasingly insistent about something.
Finally, I got it. “Oh! You want to go to the park and swing on the swings?”
Emphatic head-nodding from Eleanor confirmed it. “Yesssh.”