Our eight-year-old son got his own library card yesterday and we celebrated it like a holiday. As he filled out the form, full of pride, he asked me what to do on the signature line. I explained it is a place to write your name in a fancy way. The bubble letters that ensued were puffy with enthusiasm. As my friend later told me- “regular letters could not contain him.” We meandered around the library;
Keep readingA real-life one act play from this past weekend:[Late at night. I am in bed, reading with a tiny book light so as not to disturb my husband, who is wisely sleeping. He rolls over]Husband: The book is that good?Me: Hmmmm? (distracted “I’m reading mumble”- he is well acquainted)Husband: The book. It’s really good?Me: So good! If I had this book when I was 10 or 11, I would have been up past midnight reading
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