"Tell me a story," he says. "The one about the purple fox and the red fox." A story I’ve told before but never exactly the same. The purple fox hurts his leg. These things happen, even to purple foxes. But it's fine because
On shapes in darkness and the stories we tell about them Some books know exactly when to turn out the lights. I gave Circle to a friend's three-year-old daughter recently. She's not usually one for sitting through stories, her parents say, but this one held her.
It's a strange experience to find your own words in someone else's voice. Or perhaps your own voice in someone else's words. This is me, but not me; not me, but me. "That's funny," I can imagine my toddler saying
Seen: Melbourne, 2012 | Written: November 2024 They gave us objects at the door - chess piece like creatures, each unique. Mine was... well, the shape escapes me now, but I remember how I used it to explore and unlock the space. I remember too that it wasn't explicitly
This morning, my three-year-old held up two Lego witches hats, bases pressed together to form a diamond shape. "I've got a question for you," he said, offering me this construction. When opened, the makeshift container revealed two glittering red pom-poms nestled inside. Perhaps he meant "