I think that as a little boy like me grows up, things change an awful lot around him. Sometimes the changes are nice, sometimes they aren’t that good, and sometimes they’re a little bit of both. I’m going to tell you a little story. Then you can tell me what kind of a change you think I had.

A few weeks after I got back from Russia last year, Mommy, Daddy, and I walked all over the neighborhood and collected things from people. I got really good at putting the things into my pumpkin basket (the bag I’m holding in the picture is what we’re going to talk about today). Mommy and Daddy ate most of the things that I got, but I got to play with almost all of them.

My toy pretzels lost their shake

What you see in the picture here was one of my favorite toys to play with. I squished it and it crinkled. I shook it and it and it rattled. I dropped it and it fell. All of this noise was amazing!

Well, today at snack time, Daddy got it out. Even though it had been a long time since I last played with it, I remembered what to do. I grinned as I shook the bag. Then Daddy took the bag from me and opened it. How could he? Didn’t he know that was my special toy? But at the same time, I was also excited to see what was inside. I helped dump the bag out and inside were little round tasty things. Along with some tasty peanuts, Daddy and I devoured my Halloween pretzels.

Yum! Who could have ever guessed that my rattling bag would also be so tasty? Daddy showed me how to hold the little pretzel pumpkins that weren’t broken yet and look through them. In between mouthfuls, we peered at each other through our pumpkins until they were all gone.

Now that my story is finished, what do you think? Was this change good, bad, or a little bit of both? Why do you think so?