Morning Aisha, Nighttime Aisha
by
Patches the Story Dog
for your Preschooler
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The sun peeks in Aisha's window. It glows warm and golden. "Good morning, sun!" says Aisha. She sits up in bed and stretches big. Aisha loves mornings. Do you know why? Because mornings are full of songs!
First, Aisha brushes her teeth. She squeezes the paste — squish! She makes up a song. "Brushy-brush, brushy-brush, up and down! Brushy-brush, brushy-brush, all around!" This is what Aisha sings!
Next, Aisha gets dressed. She picks a red shirt and blue pants. She wiggles and pulls and tugs. "Zippy-zip, zippy-zip, arms go through! Zippy-zip, zippy-zip, look — I'm new!" This is what Aisha sings!
Now Aisha runs to the window. The sun is big and bright. She opens her arms wide. "Hello sun, hello sun, here you are! Hello sun, hello sun, you're my star!" This is what Aisha sings! The sun feels warm on her face.
Aisha sings all day long! She sings a snack song. She sings a jumping song. She sings a silly, wiggly, giggly dancing song! Aisha has a song for everything.
But now the sky turns soft and pink. The day is almost done. It is nighttime soon. Aisha has to tidy her toys. She picks up blocks. She picks up crayons. Can she sing a song? She tries... but no song comes out. Hmm.
"I can't think of a song," says Aisha. She puts the blocks in the basket. She puts the crayons in the box. She is quiet. It feels a little strange. Aisha always has a song!
Now it is bath time! The water is warm and bubbly. Aisha splishes and splashes. She tries to sing a bath song. "Splashy... splashy..." But the words feel too sleepy to come out. The bubbles go pop, pop, pop.
Aisha puts on her cozy pajamas. She snuggles into her reading nook with the soft pillows. She hugs her stuffed bear. Her mama reads her a story. But Aisha still has no bedtime song. "Where did my songs go?" she whispers.
Aisha climbs into bed. She looks out the window. And there — oh! The moon is big and round and silver. It glows soft and cool. Then something surprising happens. The moon begins to hum! "Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..." Can you hear it?
Aisha smiles. She hums along. "Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..." It is soft. It is slow. It is the quietest song she has ever sung. And you know what? It is the coziest song of all. This is what Aisha hums.
Aisha's eyes close. The moon hums on. The night is warm and still. Tomorrow, the sun will peek in again. And Aisha will have a brand-new song to sing. But right now, the quiet hum is just right. Goodnight, Aisha. Goodnight, moon.