Seven-year-old Anton’s bed room ceiling appears to be like fairly regular at first…
Until you flip off the lights, when it seems like the entire universe is above you. You may as properly be tenting in the desert, or mendacity in a canoe in the center of a Vermont lake. The stars are so stunning, we typically simply lie there, gazing at them.
My aunt Lulu despatched the pack of glow-in-the-dark stars to Anton for Christmas. The factor that makes them a lot cooler than common glowy stars are how tiny they’re. They look so actual.
We may give some to Toby for his birthday later this month. And perhaps some for Alex and my bed room, too — I imply, life is brief, proper? Shouldn’t all of us be falling asleep underneath the stars? xo
P.S. A youngsters’s guide I nonetheless take into consideration, and Toby and Anton in dialog.