My Husband and are are book worms, so is child #1 Buzz Lightyear. He has always loved books, could skim through them when he was 12 months old. He would sit on your lap for hours and let you read book after book, he would cry if you stopped. He is 3 now, still loves books. His reading capability is far beyond his 3 years.
Child #2, "The Pink Ninja" is too busy to read. She also likes to eat books, and tear them up, and climb all over you while you read. I guess this is "typical".....At least from what they tell me.
Last night Dear husband picked out the bed time reading, and he also enlisted "Maggie" the cowgirl puppet to help him with last nights selections. The children loved the extra "person" involved with story time.
It was so nice to hear Dear Husbands voice reading Where The wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak. I could not help but note the similarities between Maurices "Max"...And "Dear Husband". Both having traveled over a year to a land where the monsters roll their yellow eyes, and gnash their yellow teeth. Hearing of Monsters conquered, and the longing to be home where someone loves you most. The long journey home....To find supper waiting for you......
and it was still hot.
Will I ever be able to read this book without a tear again?
No and I am glad.
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2 comments:
Wow - you just gave a whole new meaning to that book for me.
That's a good thing :-)
I adore you! What a wonderful post. Like Harvey - that book will hold an entirely different meaning for me always!
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