Little kids talk about the strangest things. They really do.

I didn't get a toy train like the other kids. I got a toy subway instead. You couldn't see anything, but every now and then you'd hear this rumbling noise go by.

Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

It is now my favourite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

For the first time in my life, I understood the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.