Lucy has been on a huge Ezra Jack Keats kick lately. She is obsessed with all of his books and asks me to read them multiple times a day. The Snowy Day, Whistle for Willie, Jenny's Hat... we've read them all. This week, we checked a new one out from the library. It's called The Trip, and it's about a little boy who moves to a new city. He starts to feel homesick, so he makes a diorama of his old city from an old shoebox and imagines that he's traveling back there.
So this morning, after reading The Trip for the nineteenth time, Lucy asked me if we could make a shoebox like the one from her book. And that's exactly what we did.
Our airplane is flying dangerously low.
Definitely not as cool as the one from the book, but Lucy has been playing with it all day. Hopefully, all this snow will melt soon, so we can get out of the house and stretch our legs.