Nine to Noon

My every other Wednesday morning with Esmé went by in a blur. We rearranged the upper floor of her doll house, baked a small batch of cookies, fitted the car seat into my car, and read 2 books together. All the while her dad whipped her hair up into a cute bun, made her lunch, packed her bag, dealt with car trouble, and went to work before 10. 
I was surprised to see Corduroy in her stack of books; she loves it and just last week nhc suggested it as a good book for an only child.