Book Lyle Lyle Crocodile Novels & Stories

"I approve." The four of them found themselves in a blur of baby socks, pacifiers, and arguments over baby book motifs. "Unicorns or woodland creatures?" Lily asked, holding two books. "Unicorns," Helena replied. "Woodland," Brenna argued. "I think we're having the gender reveal all over again," Vandaulf grumbled. Barkley barked once—apparently casting a vote for unicorns. They ended up buying both books. At home, after unpacking the ridiculous number of bags, Lily collapsed onto the couch.

Indianna walked into the kitchen where Lily was waiting for her, sat at the dining table. "Have you got it?" Lily demanded. "I've spent far too long here already." Indianna placed the children's book in front of her. "What sort of key are you looking for?" "I have no idea," Lily muttered and opened the door, her eyes darting back and forth and she scanned the pages. "Where did you hear about this?" Indianna wondered as Lily turned another page. "I'd never even heard of the Royals until Laura gave me this book."

She climbed into bed beside me, opened her backpack, and pulled out something made of felt and glue. “It’s a bottle warmer. For the baby.” I smiled. “You made that?” “Miss Lyla helped. But the colors were my idea. Yellow for sunlight. Pink for love.” I kissed her temple. “Your sister’s going to treasure it.” She looked up. “She’s really small, Mommy.” “She is.” “Will she grow fast?” “I hope so.” “Can I tell her a story?” “Yes,” I said, and I handed her a notebook. She opened to a page and began reading: a story about a princess who didn’t need saving, who learned to fly on her own.