Norasaur roars

I came home yesterday from a brief programming stint at a library branch. Nora was waiting for me at the door. The weather was exceedingly steamy outside, and I had experienced a hot, sweaty ride home. I was ready for a drink of water, which was precisely what I told her.

But Nora couldn't be dissuaded. She came barreling toward me with a copy of the board book Dinosaur Roar in her hand. "Dwagon book!" she demanded. "Read it! Read it!"