The magic in that notebook transformed my lovely seven-year-old into a sweet waitress who painstakingly made up menus for her guests, set the table, and served us our three-course supper with a smile. She refused to eat with us at the table because she was working, instead choosing to eat once all our dishes were cleared off. She somberly told me that I would not have to pay because I cooked the food, but that everyone would have to pay a dollar for their meal.
We had a repeat performance the next morning, too, for breakfast. Oh, how I love when these spontaneous bursts of learning happen right before my eyes!
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