By 3 o’clock in the afternoon I have read every single board book we own at least 137 times. Lucy loves books. She carries them around the house. If I sit down on the floor for any reason she will seize the opportunity to plop down in my lap with a book. It will be a cold day in hell when I tell a kid I don’t have time to read a book that is only nine pages long.
For that matter I am not even any good at turning down a chapter book that I can’t stand. (Word of advice: Stay away from Junie B Jones. They are horrible books. Terrible grammar, asinine characters, rotten, rotten books.) But books are books in my house. We are readers.
Readers tend to be a wordy bunch. We talk about words at dinner. We break them down and put them back together. Em and I spent an entire trip to the store yesterday talking about “the silver lining.” What does it mean? What is an example? I like to talk about language with her. She has a funny point of view typically. She is a smart kid with a rich sense of humor. We lucked out.
So, last night when she started abruptly chuckling at dinner we paused. “What? What’s so funny?”
We had been talking about Buddhists.
She made a face. “Buddhist? Boooood-ist?” She paused as if that was the punch line. “Like Artist? A professional butt person. A Boood-ist?” and she pointed at her butt. In case we didn’t get it.