Post by Christopher Moore on Mar 6, 2017 20:52:58 GMT
His first day. The classroom was large, airy, spacious. He had already set up a small area for his daughter; toys, blankets, pillows. Just to keep her happy. It was a while before his first lesson. He sat on the floor, Daisy curled up in his lap. Christopher's soothing voice echoed off the walls as he read from Daisy's favourite book. Do you like green eggs and ham? I do not like them, Sam-I-am. I do not like green eggs and ham. The pictures unfolded before them, a bright lump of green eggs and ham, with Sam-I-Am and his hateful companion. Daisy giggled, pointed at the images before her, but the young girl knew not to disturb her father during his story telling. Christopher let himself get lost the in poem, let his mind form the pictures and push them into the space