We were reading some stories before quiet time today. We got to the end of "The Snowy Day" and John said, "You know, every story has a moral."
"Oh, really?" I said. "What's the moral of the story we just read now?"
John composed himself, because it's hard for him to look at the picture of Peter crying in his bed. Then he said, "The moral is, sometimes, you can keep a snowball in your pocket, but it might melt." Then he gulped, and looked out the window resolutely.