Books For Five-year-olds Novels & Stories

she asked. “Of course, I do! What new toys did you get?” “Well, I got a new dollhouse and some new dolls. I also got a bunch of new coloring books!” “That’s so exciting, Maddie! What books did you get?” I asked her, holding her gaze. She was overjoyed to show and talk to me. “I got some new princess books and some animal books. I learned all about different animals and where they live!” “That sounds like so much fun! What else have you been up to this past year?”

"Are you sure you want a divorce? Our sixth wedding anniversary is next week, Ryan!" My wife, Chelsea Hale, held her five-year-old son, Nathan Hale, in her arms and gently caressed his cheek. He was always so well-behaved in front of her. Blood relations really were a bizarre thing. Even though I was the one who had taken care of him and raised him since he was a baby, his favorite person was still Chelsea. Looking out the window, I suppressed the discomfort that was building up inside of me. "I've made up my mind. I don't want anything. Please get the divorce agreement as soon as possible," I said calmly.

I asked him another option. "Four" He answered simply. I continued asking him questions and I guess he got tired of me because he sighed. I was suppose to get of him not the other way around. "Do you have any books that I could read?" Bentley asked sitting on my bed. For a four year old, he was exceptionally tall. "Yea, but I gave away all of my old McDonald book" I joked with him. "Do I look stupid to you, give me The Wheels On The Bus" He said, my mouth gaped open as I pointed over to my book shelf.

‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he skimmed tens of book covers before he came across the right material to satisfy his interest, ‘Pixies, Elves, Brownies, Fairies - What Every Kid Needs to Know’ with no author mentioned as the writer. He pulled the book out from among the others with caution and took it to the seat he'd secured

“He’s trying to figure out why grown adults find shaking toys so fascinating.” Carmen wiggled the rattle again. “Because we’re fascinating.” Jayden let out a small gurgling sound, his arms flailing slightly as he kicked his legs. Evelyn leaned forward instinctively, steadying him. “Easy, little man.” She reached for one of the cloth books lying beside them and opened it, turning the pages slowly so Jayden could see the contrasting colors, animals, shapes and big, exaggerated faces designed to stimulate developing eyes. “Once upon a time,” she read softly, not because Jayden understood the words, but because he recognized her voice. “There was a very brave baby lion…”

Who did that to her? No wonder she doesn’t talk. The first girl Cas starts to talk again. “The backpacks are made up according to age groups. Under five years old they get one of these.” She picks up a backpack and unzips it. I look inside and see a coloring book, a pack of crayons, tear free bath wash, bubble bath, soft washcloths, and a few odd and end things like a child's toothbrush with characters on them and a matching rinse cup. She zips it and picks up another.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

He laid the book aside for just a moment and smiled at the sweet face of his youngest daughter, her blonde curls pulled into sharp braids behind her ears, just the way her mother liked them. Serendipity giggled, looking up at the ruddy face of her dark-haired father. “When shall I learn to read, Papa?” she asked, shifting her eyes to the much-loved volume as it sat on the end table next to Papa’s comfy chair. Across the room from them, on the much-loved bookshelf, sat volumes by Clement C. Moore, Lewis Carroll, and Serendipity’s very favorite, Hans Christian Anderson. “Soon,” Rudolph confirmed. “You’re going on five years old now. Both of your sisters learned when they were about your age. H

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

"Junior needs to learn about planets, not just play." But Junior didn't care about planets. He cared about Optimus who was gone. About Mama who wouldn't talk to him anymore. About everything that had changed and he didn't understand why. His eyes fell on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. A tall shelf with five levels. On the very top shelf was Junior's favorite storybook. "The Little Prince." The book Mama Alina gave him for his fourth birthday. That they read together every night before bed. Junior hadn't read that book since Optimus disappeared. Since everything became... wrong.