Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Books is my friends

Henry and I just had the most adorable conversation.

He snuck into our bed after we tucked him in. 

"Oh my there's a Henry hiding in my bed!"

"Hehe, yeaaaa... I'm sneaky like a ninja turtle."

So I walked him back to his bedroom. 

"Can we read a book?" he asked, a question I decided years ago I would never say no to.

And so we read The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore, which my mom gave to us for the holidays.



I've recently decided that my favorite genre of fiction is "books about books." And a children's book about books? Even better.

After we were finished I said to Henry, "I really liked that book. Did you?"

"Yes, me too."

"I really like to read too. There are so many good books in the world, how can we read them all?" I asked him.

"First, we can put them in a pile," he told me, "Books is my friends."

Books is my friends, too, kid... books is my friends too...


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