Reading to my little pilgrim

Noah and I just finished reading Little Pilgrim's Progress. It's a simplified version of John Bunyan's classic, which was re-written for children. I loved reading it aloud to Noah. And he enjoyed being read to, something we don't do enough of lately, since he's become such an avid reader himself. Each night lately, we've looked forward to that time when, his bath over and jammies on, we'd curl up together and read, often while Noah had his bedtime snack. We were both completely swept up in the story, and couldn't wait to see how it turned out. The trouble is, when I'd read the last chapter, Noah turned over the last page to see what came next. It wasn't an unhappy ending, but he wasn't satisfied that everything had been resolved to his liking. He told me we should write the next chapter, and he said perhaps that's why the blank pages at the end were there. So I was instructed to write "Chapter 94" - in medium-sized letters, just like the ones for every chapter before. Then Noah came up with a chapter title, and I had to write, in big letters, just like every other chapter title in the book: "CHRISTIAN FINDS HIS FATHER." Noah dictated a few lines to start off his new chapter, and I'm afraid that's where we left it. It was bedtime, and we were both getting tired. If he thinks of it again, as I'm almost certain he will, we'll continue to write the ending the way HE thought it should have been. We all have endings to write. And if we're not happy with the way things have turned out so far, we can turn over a blank page and start writing the next chapter. In a way, that's the message of Little Pilgrim's Progress. It's never too late to start your journey. And the King wants all the little pilgrims to come home.