May 31st, 2008

…that the reading switch has been officially switched to the on position in your youngest child:

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Nighttime_03 Nighttime_04

She wouldn’t put the book down to walk out at bed time, or to give me a hug, or to walk back to her room. And I still can hear her murmuring to herself in her room, with the lights off, in the fading light of our midnight (10:45pm) sun…

(I’m positive she’s trying to finish this one so that she can dig into the one TBF got her for her birthday – she’s already sampled the first couple pages in anticipation. Hee.)

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