One night as The Five-Year-Old kicked up her feet in her favorite chair, her thoughts naturally turned to Christmas.
The Five-Year-Old: “Daddyo, for Christmas I want an erector set, a typewriter, two kittens, and an alarm clock.”
Daddyo: “Why do you want a typewriter for Christmas? I was really surprised by that.”
The Five-Year-Old: “Because it’s my lifelong dream to be a kitty reporter.”
Daddyo: “What kind of stories are you going to write?”
The Five-Year-Old: “Oh, I’m going to write mystery newspapers. I’ll just make them up.”