Nov 18, 2008 19:26
I read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe to Little Man in the last few days. I amused myself by stopping every few chapters and saying, "Okay, Brother, maybe we should stop and read more tomorrow." He'd say, "No, no! Keep reading!" I loved how wrapped up in the story he was. Hopefully, this is the beginning of a lifelong addiction to books. We read half of it the first day and, the next morning, his first coherent sentence was, "Maybe if they run, the beavers and the kids can beat the White Witch to the Stone Table."
Little girl was not nearly as amused. She said,"Pee top wee-in' ah Bahboo." Translation: "Please stop reading to brother." Now we've finished and she can have her playmate back.
While we were at the library today, I found a CD of the book for him to listen to as he goes to bed. I looked in on him and he's as close to the CD player as he can get without falling off the bed.
My parents were awesome about reading to me. They read the Chronicles of Narnia, the Little House on the Prairie books, and my dad read The Hobbit to me when I was five, followed by the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Good times. I promised Little Man that we would start reading The Hobbit when he was five. He's been needling me for information ever since. "Why does he have a round door? Why is his life not so peaceful after the wizard talked to him? What's an adventure?" :)
love,
books,
kids