His palms are cold pushed against the glass. His pant legs are wet from the puddles he splashed as he dashed down the footpath. Inside looks warm and inviting, his insides tingle to be in there. George feels excitement at the possibility of what he could have, what he is so close to touching.

George's heart races at the sight of the red train that tangles it's way along the tracks around the store, up and under, around and around. His stomach turns at the thought of scaring his sister with that cap gun, and how brave he would look in that cowboy outfit! George can't help but jump up and down when he sees the jack-in-the-box, clowns are his favourite.

Looking down the street, George's mum is still so far away, slowly pushing the pram. "Muuum!" George whines in frustration. He turns back to the window and presses his nose up against the glass, he closes his eyes and feels his warm breath against the window. In his mind he is playing with the Dominoes, he hears the sound of them collapsing, 'click, click, click,' his smile grows and he feels a sense of completeness and encompassing happiness.

George turns to his mum who has now caught up with him. This is it, the waiting is over; George has thought about this moment for many days, it will no longer be imagined, it is here. George's mum sharply grabs his hand, "not today George."