So I was brought back to those days when one of my second grade students walked into class with the book There’s a Nightmare in My Closet. (Another bedtime favorite of the Simon girls.) She read it aloud to the class and laughed at the silly monster hiding in the closet. Then she passed it on to my two first graders to read again and again. They each took an AR test and became tickled with the wrong answer, “The boy said the nightmare stunk and needed a bath.”
Oh, the joys of sharing good writing. Thank you, Mercer Mayer and Dr. Seuss, for making us laugh out loud, again and again.
Bedtime reading is just the most special time of the day for sure. I try to treasure it every night, even when it’s late and I am tired and the book my little boy chooses is about cement mixers. 🙂 A book is a book, right?
We still get those curl-up moments with our youngest song … I fear the days when those days are done, though. I’m holding on to every night like it’s a precious moment …
Kevin
oops .. son, not song. Although, that is a neat miscue ..
I kinda enjoyed the image of your cartoon self curling up with a song, dancing too. Thanks for reading. I am doing the Slice of Life Challenge from the Two Writing Teachers. My students are doing it too. Just the push and shove we needed at this time of year.
I have two young girls and we read almost every night. Our favorite is” Too Many Pumpkins” by Linda White. We read it all year long, winter, spring, summer, and fall. I guess in their eyes you can never have too many pumpkins. We’ll have to try out some Dr. Seuss and Mercer Mayer.
Stacy,
I cannot get to the comments on your blog. I am so confused. But anyway, I wanted to comment. Your cakes are amazing! When my girls were young, I did all the super mom stuff. I made their cakes and I made their dresses, learned to smock even. I never perfected the cake baking, even though I had a few successes. It was not my favorite activity. The experience helps me appreciate your talent. Maybe when you grow up, you can open a bakery. Thanks for sharing. If you know how I can comment on your blog, let me know. When I clicked on the comments, the whirl spun endlessly.