"Read me this book," ordered the little king.
"Not until you clean up your mess," said Simone, not looking up from her own reading. Little B had littered the floor with various puzzles, games and toys.
The little guy eyed his book. He sighed and opened it. Then he tried singing it. Because for this particular book, Simone sings the story.
"Dinosaurs happy, dinosaurs sad..." So far so good. Little B was grinning from ear to ear as he approximated the melody of the song.
"Dinosaurs good and dinosaurs bad," he continued.
But then, the roadblock. Because Simone sings this part using mostly flats. "Dinosaurs singing a di... NOOOOOOOO!"
Little B took a deep breath, settled the book in his lap and tried again. "Dinosaurs singing a dino.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The guttural nooooooooo's seemed to have little effect in terms of improving the melody but little B gamely tried one more time. "Dinosaurs singing a.... NOOOOOOOO!" He turned tearful eyes toward his mother who, by this time, was no longer reading her own book.
Little B put the dinosaur book in Simone's lap and, sighing again, began cleaning up his mess. Once the last puzzle piece was tucked away, he settled in next to his mother. "Now read?" He asked, pointing to the dinosaur book.
And then the kicker: a widening of the big brown eyes into a guileless, pleading stare. "Pweeeeease?"
"Dinosaurs happy, dinosaurs sad," sang Simone.
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