Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Tangible Dark

Last night, as I was beginning to put Eleanor to bed, I turned the light off in her room and sat down with her in the rocking chair.

Eleanor said, "Dark. Noree touch dark."

Then, she stabbed at the air with her finger, and said, "Touch. Touch."

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