Today Oliver and Charles were in the backyard searching high and low for lizards. They found a particularly large and fiesty one, and oh, how they tried to catch him. But he proved too fast. Later Oliver mourned the loss in the kitchen. "Mom, I'm verwee sad that the wizard got away. He was going to be my most favorite pet wizard. He willy, willy was."
I looked into his sad eyes. "But Oliver, where would you have kept him?" Oliver thought about that. "He could live with the frogs." I'm guessing that the lizard is not sad to be safe in the wild rather then up to his eyeballs in frog water.
I'd say overall, Oliver had a rather happy day. He painted, drew his letters, learned the number 3 and letter E, watched cartoons, played with his blocks, hunted lizards, and after dinner, took a walk in the moonlight. His one remaining sorrow at bedtime was that there had been no dessert after dinner.
