Then I rubbed Turtle's tummy and pretended to snore. And that made Daddy laughed. Even though I was very big now, holding Turtle still felt pretty good.
"Night-night, my big boy," whispered Daddy.
"Night-night, my Daddy," I whispered.
"And night-night, my good-old, chewed-up, sewn-up, taped-up, ripped-up, raggedy Turtle."
Before I could count to thirty three, I fell asleep. And I think Turtle did too.
Turtle and Me
by Robbie H. Harris, illustrated by Tor Freeman
ISBN 978-1-4998-0046-3
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