I didn’t give The Boy a number of choices this morning. Instead, I offered him a single folded sheet of paper.
“Mom!” he said indignantly. “Where are my other puzzles?”
“I’m not giving you choices this morning, honey,” I replied. “This is your puzzle for today.”
He let out a loud sigh and looked at the piece of paper in my hand. “Don’t open it,” he said. “I have to guess what it is.”
I stood holding the paper for a few moments and flipped it so he could see the other side.
“Mom! Don’t show me! I have to guess!”
“Well, do you know what it is?”
“It’s a monkey,” he said, taking the paper from me and unfolding it. “See?”
I asked him what colors he would need, and he studied the picture.
“I need brown,” he said decisively. “And yellow.”
“Is that it?”
“And green to write the letter.”
As I looked into the little box of crayons I packed yesterday to make sure he had the requested colors, I said, “Tell me something about this monkey.”
“Tell me a story about him. Do you think he’s a happy monkey?”
“Is he sad?”
“No, he’s scared.”
“He’s scared? Why?”
“Because he doesn’t know his banana is really a microphone.”