The other day, The Caterpillar spent quite a bit of her own time dragging books out of her bookshelf and lining them up on the floor from the door of her bedroom into the living room.  I asked what she thought she was doing and she just looked up at me through her eyelashes and said coyly, "You'll see."

So I sat at the end of the line of books and waited patiently, not to be disappointed.  A few minutes later Peter Cottontail came hopping by.


Lucky is the mother whose daughter can entertain herself.