Silly Monkey
My parents sent Sadie a huge box of books for her birthday a couple of months ago, and I’ve been bringing them out slowly since then. Whe she seems bored with the selection she has, I add one to the mix. Last night Eight Silly Monkeys joined the group, and to rave reviews. So much so that when I tried to put it back on the bookshelf, she broke down in tears. She took it to Jay to have him read it to her, too, then burst into tears again when he only read it once. She held it while he read her her bedtime book and looked at it, instead. I presume that she fell asleep holding it...there was no getting it away from her so it went to bed with her. And this morning, when I went in to get her up, the first thing she did was hand me that book.
The girl, she is opinionated. Heh.
I guess I know what I’m doing today, lol.
You’ve got yourself a bookworm! Isn’t it great?
When I was in first grade, I took the reader that was supposed to last all year, and after I was put to bed, I’d go sit by the patio door in my room and read it by the streetlamp. My teacher said it was a first for her to have parents ask that she tell a student not to read so much.
Posted by Ith on 11/30 at 02:32 AMFirst, at least she has the proper attitude toward books—perfect combination of affection and avarice, if you ask me.
Second, the more you post about her personality, the more I think she must be my kid somehow, no matter how impossible that is.
(Captcha: lost. As in changing her personality is a lost cause.
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Posted by Ian on 11/30 at 10:25 PM
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