Our current routine is such that each night at E's bedtime we read one chapter out of
The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh. Tonight we read the chapter in which Christopher Robin led an expedition to find the North Pole (spoiler alert: Pooh found it!) but along the Treacherous Path, baby
Roo fell in the cold stream. Eeyore, who of course loves his friends more than he'll ever admit, backed up to the stream and lowered his tail in, hoping that
Roo might be able to reach it and pull himself out. He swished his tail back and forth--
--But Mama, how does Eeyore swish his tail?"Well, love, it's hard to explain since you and I don't have tails. But animals who do have tails have muscles in those tails, so imagine wiggling muscles past the end of your
tushie. But it's a little hard, isn't it, to imagine moving a body part you don't have?"
No, I understand. Because we know about that already in our family."We do?"
Like Daddy's pee-nits. Can Daddy swish his pee-nits? That's how Eeyore swishes his tail.
