A couple of days ago, one of my friends called. She had an errand to run, and her six-year-old daughter, Sierra, wasn't feeling well. Could I please come over for about twenty minutes and sit with her?
I said that was fine. On my way out the door, I grabbed a book to read to Sierra: Crazy Hair, by Neil Gaiman, with utterly fabulous illustrations by Dave McKean. She loved it.
A couple of days later, I was walking my dog past their house. Sierra came up, slipped her hand into mine, and said, "Could that book we read come and live at my house, please?"