Mom bought me something new.
It’s an IQ toy that helps me be smart. I learned all my old IQ toys…
…so now I am studying my new one. It has blocks, a spinning layer, and TREATS hidden inside. Sometimes new things are better than old things.
Sometimes they’re not! My old snowman used to look like this.
Then he looked like this.
And now he looks like this.
The new snowman has no rock buttons (that looked like cookies), no stick arms with twig hands, and no carrot nose. He’s barely a snowman at all.
These days, Mom is working on some old stories…
.. and some new stories.
She writes her new story for a while, then she yanks out an old story and punches it. I mean punches it up. She adds in some new things, takes out some old things, and moves some things around.
That’s called punching. ….Up. It makes old things new and new things old – till they get punched up too.
Mom says, “What was I thinking?” and “This sounds SO much better.” and “GAH! Toy squirrels are everywhere!”