Today, Leif, Harriet and I read We're Going on a Bear Hunt by Michael Rosen. Leif loved it so much that we had to read it three times in a row, and then we had to go out for our very own bear hunt.
Harriet, we're going on a bear hunt.
We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.
Did he say a bear hunt, mom? I might be a little scared.
Oh-oh! Woods!
A leafy, dark wood.
We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! We've got to go through it!
crunch!crunch!
crunch! crunch!
crunch! crunch!
Oh-oh! Puddle!
A deep, round puddle.
We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! We've got to go through it!
splish splash!
splish splash!
splish splash!
shhhhhhh . . . I think the bear is close.
There he is!
There he is!
I guess in Leif's world bears can fly.
. . . tee hee!
Then, when Leif was done hunting bears, he grabbed my hand and said:
Home, mom.
Yes, Love. We can go home now.
I truly am the luckiest woman in the world.
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