Tonight, I read him one of his favorite stories, Lost and Found. Basic plot: penguin shows up on boy's doorstep, they become friends, boy decides he should help the penguin find his way home; they row companionably to the South Pole; he leaves the penguin, who for some reason looks despondent; on the way back, he realizes the penguin "hadn't been lost. It had just been lonely." Boy immediately turns and rows back to South Pole to retrieve penguin friend; they hug; they row home together.
We got to this page, and Cody said, "This part reminds me a little bit of preschool."
With a lump in my throat, I asked him what he meant. He replied, "Because the boy just drops the penguin off, and then the penguin watches him row far away from him."
I reminded him that the boy always, always, always goes back to get his best friend. He seemed reassured. And now I will have my good cry.

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