"Now, to try this out," Jon said, reaching down to the pile of alphabet blocks sitting on his bedroom floor.
But before he even laid a finger on any of the blocks, his mom shouted from downstairs. "Jon, could you put the garbage out?"
I guess this means she's home, Jon thought, sighing as he stood up and walked to his bedroom door. He opened it and shouted down to her that he was doing it right now. He stuffed the wishing stone in his pocket and headed downstairs and into the garage.
But while he was outside taking care of the garbage cans, someone entered his room, immediately noticing the alphabet blocks sitting on the floor.
