Calvin loves stars. He yells, with glee, "star!" every time he see's one. I can draw a plain star on a piece of paper and he'll get really excited about it.
So for Memorial Day, Margaret got a string of stars to decorate the table, and we had American Flag stuff all over, mainly to get him excited.
It worked. He was still talking about stars when we got back to the hotel, so I read him this poem from A Light in the Attic:
Somebody Has To
Somebody has to go polish the stars,
They're looking a little bit dull.
Somebody has to go polish the stars,
For the eagles and starlings and gulls
Have been complaining they're tarnished and worn.
They say they want new ones we cannot afford.
So please get your rags
And your polishing jars,
Somebody has to go polish the stars.
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