It fits with the stream of questions — I prefer the “whys,” though they’re harder to answer, but it’s mostly “whatsits” — pouring out of her all the time, even in her sleep. (Really! Neither of us has been sleeping well; I can hear her talking in her dreams from down the hall.)

Last night found all four of us in the living room at the same time — rare, the television was off but we were all relaxing — listening to chapter three of A Wrinkle in Time.

So we’re all about the more famous Mrs. Whatsit at the moment, as well.

Annabelle’s into it — at least, I think she is. It was hard to tell last night until, a couple pages into chapter three (“Mrs. Which”), she asked if she could take a turn reading aloud. I happily relinquished the book and Ray and I sat quietly, listening to our big little third grader.

Sophie snuggled under my arm, sighing like a puppy right before it turns in circles and falls asleep, and just as her own eyes started to close, she asked, “Mommy, can I read the next chapter?”

Absolutely, I told her, thinking, maybe not chapter four, but someday….