She started writing and illustrating her own book, about imaginary creatures called Pips. It included samples of a Pip's fur (a colored cotton ball after I told her she could not trim some fur off her stuffed horse) and a secret code.
I had told her I was close to finishing my own book. She said, “When I’m done with my book, I’m going to celebrate. How do you celebrate when you finish?”
From the mouths of babes. I suck at celebrating. How do you celebrate?