I hate the feeling of wasting precious time on a book I do not love. I think it is fine to not adore every book you read, I just hate the feeling of disappointment that you wasted all that time when there are other wonderful books out there. Sigh.... First world problem, I know.
On another happier note, I was at the library yesterday when this little boy, no more than two or three walks confidently to a shelf, pulls out Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, and sits down at a table by himself. I won't tell you about the part where I obsessively worry about where his mother is. Wait, I just did. Anyway, he starts reading the book to himself. It was the most adorable thing I have seen and heard in a long time. Absolutely precious. I eloquently told my son, "I die of cuteness." He said, "me too." Equally adorable. I actually forgive that mom because she is obviously doing something right, and because when I finally spotted her, she seemed to be browsing for her kids. Fine lady, you win.
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Oh my gosh I love this. That little boy makes me happy and I would have loved to have witnessed this! : )
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