...but not the hippopotamous
At this stage of life, I spend a whole lot of time reading. Not the kind of books I prefer to read - which, given the choice, would always be fiction novels. No, during this period I spend most of my reading time with small cardboard books whose pages can't be torn by my three year old son (though he often finds a way to destroy even these seemingly indestructible treasures!). When I'm lucky, I get to read chapter books with my girls before bed - perhaps a Magic Treehouse, Friday Barnes or once in a while a true classic children's novel. It always gives me a giggle, though, when one of these child stories touches my adult heart, as I recently experienced with the silliest book. Sandra Boynton books are a favorite in this household. All three of my kids have been partial to them and I am, too - if I'm being honest. Not only do they make everyone smile, but they're easy to memorize and I can read (or recite) them when I'm half asleep in about three minutes each....