“Can we bring some books with us to the playground?” Alice asked me one day.
“No,” I said. “They’re going to get dirty or lost. Playground is for playing. You’re going to get tired of holding books.”
“But we need books because we need magic books to help us defeat the bad guys.”
“Use pretend books.”
“But I don’t have any pretend books,” she said.
“Well, get some.”
“How do I do that?”
“You hop in your pretend car, go to the pretend bookstore, and use your pretend money to buy some pretend books. That’s how.”
“Oh,” said Alice, laughing.
Musings of an Earth Alien 