My sweet boy
Before bed tonight, during reading time, James came out with his hands behind his back. He came over to me at the computer desk. Looking quite sheepish he pulled a book out from behind his back and asked quietly, "didn't this used to be your favorite book?"
It was Two eggs, please. When he was in pre-school/kindergarten we would read this book almost every night. This book helped him learn to read probably better than any other.
I told him no, it was our favorite book. He said, "we used to cuddle up and read it. Would you read it to me?" I told him "No. But we could read it together like we used to." He excitedly said ok, you read her (the waitress in the story) part and I will read everyone elses'. So we read together. It's a short book but it brought back so many warm and fuzzy memories.
When we started reading it he would read the waitress' part, and I would read the patrons parts then he started reading the patron's parts until he was finally reading the whole thing to me on a regular basis.
They grow up way too fast.
It was Two eggs, please. When he was in pre-school/kindergarten we would read this book almost every night. This book helped him learn to read probably better than any other.
I told him no, it was our favorite book. He said, "we used to cuddle up and read it. Would you read it to me?" I told him "No. But we could read it together like we used to." He excitedly said ok, you read her (the waitress in the story) part and I will read everyone elses'. So we read together. It's a short book but it brought back so many warm and fuzzy memories.
When we started reading it he would read the waitress' part, and I would read the patrons parts then he started reading the patron's parts until he was finally reading the whole thing to me on a regular basis.
They grow up way too fast.