Amidst a sea of toys, books and stray socks covering the carpet, Peeper worked on a puzzle. She concentrated as she arranged several robots, fitting their wooden heads, bodies and feet together.
Then she moved on to a number puzzle.
As she was putting the numbers in their places, she paused. She moved one piece over to the robots.
“Look, now it’s a forehead!” she shouted.
And just like that, my preschooler is a punster.