“No. Wait. I don’t want anyone to see it yet. I’m saving it.”
“Mmmmmm. For Christmas.”
“No,” he laughed, a mere whisper, yet still in his Snagglepuss-style. “It’s an adventure!” he continued, perhaps thinking of the trains, his eyes wide and bright like an expressive dog’s.
“I know,” he replied, still smiling, even happy, as he wiped my tears. “But you can’t come on this one, Wendy. Not yet.”