"I want to be seven now!" Ben said. "Maybe Daddy will let me read it when I am six. It is almost my birthday. Will you come to my party?"
Ben giggled, and nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yes! I like your Daddy! He's funny! His robes go like this!" Ben mimed flowing robes. "I turned them colors once. I didn't mean to, but he wasn't mad at me."
"Yep!" Ben said. "I don't know if it's the real Narnia, but it looks and feels and sounds and smells like I think Narnia does, and you can see Aslan walking on the mountains! Come on, we're almost there."
He turned down the hall that led to the magic room, and passed the door three times, thinking really, really hard about Narnia and Aslan and Peter and Edmund and Lucy and Susan, and then pushed the door open. He peeked inside first, and grinned when he saw the rolling hills of Narnia, and the trees, and the music. It was just like he thought the books would look like. He stepped aside, so Faustus could go first, wanting to see how his friend reacted.