Me: Yes, young one?
Hank: Have you seen my noodlebook?
Me: Your what exactly?
Hank: My red sketchbook that Sarabeth Noodle made me. It is not my sketchbook. It is my noodlebook.
Me: Check by the fairy door. I remember you sketching… I mean noodling over there the other day.
Hank: (rummaging) Here it is. May I take it to school?
Me: You may. Remember to take care of it.
Hank: I will. Oh. It has a stain.
Hank: This will make it more cool.
Me: Your sketchbook should always look like it was run over by a truck full of ideas.
Hank: I can do that.