We read a lot in our house. In fact, while I was waiting for my interminably slow computer to load this page, it’s possible that I snuck a couple pages in. More importantly, we read to the wee ones a lot.
And for anyone who’s ever read a book to a small child, you know that you frequently are reading a book. Over and over and over again. And again.
Call me selfish, but I get bored by the same book. In an effort to entertain myself, I’ll sneak in words that aren’t there, just for fun. I’ll do this off and on with the wee ones, and they always get a giggle out of correcting me when I say “elephant” instead of “apple” in the middle of the story.
Or at least they used to get a giggle out of it. I haven’t read much to Mister Man now that he reads himself because he prefers to disappear into the world of his book by himself. I’m fine with that, although I do miss reading to him.
Yesterday, he gave me a chance again. And in the middle of Froggy Goes to Camp, I read that Froggy was a macadamia nut.
He looked at me, quite seriously and shook his head.
“Mom, it’s so sad. You’re just word-blind, you know that?“
Apparently the book he read about how dogs are color-blind and can’t see things the same way we do has stuck with him. And now he thinks Mommy has a serious problem. Oops.
On a more serious note, September is ovarian cancer’s month. I have a review of products to support fundraising for it on my other blog, along with a story of a friend of mine who passed away from ovarian cancer on July 9 this year. Please go read and comment.