Last night when I was putting Kaeta to bed, she insisted that we read a Pooh Bear story. She picked up the book, handed it to me, and looking up at me with her big brown eyes she said, “Pooh Brr!” So we read a Pooh story.
And as I proceeded to read her the story In Which a House is Built for Eeyore at Pooh Corner, she found another Pooh book, opened it, and began to read it. This is what she said:
“Wah wah wah wah rah wah rah wah Pooh Brr. Wah wah rah wah rah wah rah wah wah Pooh Brr.”
Well, she was reading a story about Pooh after all!