“Alright, Jo. What will it be tonight?” You asked, picking up the pile of her current favorite bedtime stories. Normally, you weren’t here so late, but Len had had a surgery that was going late so your babysitting duties were extended a few hours. You didn’t mind much; Joanna was a well-behaved girl and you’d make a little extra money. It’s not like you had any big social plans anyway.
Joanna pointed to the light yellow book in the middle of the stack.
“Rabbit Hill!” She proclaimed. “I want to hear where Little Georgie went!”