In it, a little girl named Harriet keeps getting into trouble and her mother keeps trying to be a good mother and hold her temper, but at one point, Harriet breaks open a pillow and a thousand feathers fly in every direction.
"There was a terrible silence," says the book.
This sentence has really resonated with Sydney. She uses it often and mostly with great meaning.
Today, for example, she came to me and said, "Oh no! There's a terrible silence in the playroom!"
I followed her into the playroom and she showed me where Jack had spat up on the carpet. There was a small, short silence, and then I said, "Well, we can clean that up with some Germ-X." And we did.
The End.
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