Among my favorite books can be counted Shel Silverstein's collections of poetry. To my great delight, each boy, in turn, has been captivated by their profound and simple genius. Logan and I have been reading
A Light in the Attic for weeks and tonight, I introduced him to
Where the Sidewalk Ends. He snatched the book from my hands and immediately began to rifle through the pages. His efforts bore unmistakable signs of determination as the search unfolded. I watched and waited.
"I put a book in here for us to read," he said, scouring the pages.
"You did?" I asked. "What's it called?"
"Amy Adam...about a dragon with fire in it's mouth."
His resolve was now beginning to mingle with frustration.
"I put it in here for us to read. It's special," he said.
I'm sure it is. By the way, if you turn to page 17, I believe there are instructions for how to remove the crazy.
- 23 May 2012
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