Yesterday Little sat on the floor and turned through every page of a blue Mead 1 subject notebook.  It didn’t bother me.  She looked adorable in her little dress, legs stretched out straight with her ankles crossed, and on her lap a blue Mead 1 subject notebook.  She literally looked at every page.

What bothered puzzled me was having to wonder what she was thinking.  I didn’t ask because she couldn’t answer.  What was she thinking about as she turned each individual page of the blue Mead 1 subject notebook.

Was she counting the blue lines with incredible speed? Does MY Little know the specific number of blue lines in a blue Mead 1 subject notebook? She could be famous.  Was she thinking of stories she will one day write on the pages? Stories of she and Bubba saving KB from the hands of the lawn mower guy? Was she thinking of school? She could write her name on those pages.  Was she mesmerized by the “shhhhhhhp” sound each page made as it rubbed against her dress? It sounds like a. . . Or. . . was she simply turning every individual page of the blue Mead 1 subject notebook?

The world may never know. 
I want to know.