I read Puff the Magic Dragon to the kids tonight. The edition we have is full of beautiful and sentimental paintings by Eric Puybaret.
In reading it, I was struck by the fact that it really is a poignant story about the loss of innocence and a child-like fascination with the world around us.
As I finished the book, I turned to Henry (he’s five). He was rubbing quiet tears from his cheeks. He hugged his Piggy close and said, “Man, that’s a really sad story.”
“It sure is buddy,” I replied as I kissed him on the head.”G’night pal.”
Before leaving, I leaned over and switched on his night light..even though he didn’t ask me to.