Chapter 59

Zane and I were glad that Willow could talk to us. "And then?" I asked. Willow pouted, looking disappointed. "Mommy, how do I tell my classmates that you made all those amazing drawings for me?" She wanted to show off but just didn't know how. "What if you wrote in the book that I drew these pictures?" I suggested. Willow frowned even more. "I can't write, and they probably can't read, either!" I was taken aback. She had a point. Kindergartens these days didn't emphasize teaching reading and writing. We needed to come up with a different solution. "Why not ask Daddy? He might have some ideas," I said. "Okay." Willow still looked pretty down. It seemed she didn't have much hope for Zane either. She shuffled over to the bedroom door and knocked. "Come in," Zane called out. His tone was cold, like a strict boss. I glanced at Willow, who slowly opened the door, walked over to Zane, and shared her problem. Zane thought briefly before carefully suggesting, "What if we get a small