Tommy is a little boy. He is 18 months old. Tommy loves spring. Spring is here!
“Look, Tommy!” says Mommy. “The flowers are growing.”
Tommy sees the flowers. Red flowers. Yellow flowers. All so bright. “Pretty flowers!” says Tommy.
“Let's play outside,” says Mommy. They go to the garden. The sun is warm. The sky is blue.
“Where's the treasure?” asks Mommy. Tommy smiles. Mommy hides a toy.
“Find the toy, Tommy!” she says. Tommy looks and looks. Under the tree? No. In the grass? No.
“Keep looking, Tommy,” says Mommy. Tommy giggles. He finds the toy! “I found it, Mommy!” he laughs.
“Good job, Tommy!” says Mommy.
Now, they draw. “We draw spring,” says Mommy. She gives Tommy paper. She gives Tommy crayons.
Tommy draws a sun. A happy sun. He draws flowers. Lots of flowers. “Look, Mommy!” says Tommy.
“Beautiful!” says Mommy. “Spring is fun.”
Tommy sees a bee. The bee buzzes. Buzz, buzz, buzz. “Hello, bee!” says Tommy. The bee flies away.
“The bee is busy,” says Mommy. “Just like us!”
Tommy feels happy. The garden is bright. The air is fresh. “I love spring,” says Tommy.
“Yes, Tommy,” says Mommy. “Spring is special.”
Tommy feels sleepy. Mommy hugs him. “Time to rest, little one,” says Mommy.
“Good night, flowers,” says Tommy. “Good night, spring.”
Tommy closes his eyes. He dreams of spring. Happy dreams. Sweet dreams.
