I chuckle softly and pull away finally, inching past him into the hall and tugging him along after me. "Yes, precisely like in Madeline."

I love his reaction to some of the things his teacher shows him. He came home from class one day subtly horrified by Babar.

"Oh." I pause in the hallway, then reach for the pastry back he is holding and head off with it, into the kitchen. "Well, I suppose it's as good as any other weekend getaway."