Diego said the funniest thing this afternoon. His eyes were wide and his voice full of wonder; I could tell he was really pondering the conundrum as it came out.
"Is my body magic . . . ? Because . . . . . . .
. . . . . How does my body make a poop?!"
I dropped everything and scrambled for my daybook, wrote the quote down exactly because I always forget the precise wording, which is so crucial, then proceeded to explain as best I could, from chewing right on down to the colon. (It was brief, mind you.)
Without missing a beat, he immediately responded, "Oh" and then, "Now let's read The Secret Garden!"
And so we did. He is just wild about it, loving the mystery and intrigue. We just started today and read while Truen napped; unbelievably, we got to page 62 before Squeeze got home from work.
Sixty-two pages! He just kept on asking for more, and I obliged. (I enjoyed every single minute of it, too - The Secret Garden is a favorite from childhood.)
I think I'm growing a book lover . . . eeeeek! How exciting!
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