Today I began reading Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm to the kids. I was interrupted by the littles no less than four times before I'd even read to the bottom of the first page of the first chapter. One of these interruptions went like this:
"Mommy! Mommy! There's a pider (spider)!" Mommy keeps reading.
"Mommy! Mommy! There's a pider in the living room!" Mommy keeps reading--just louder.
"Mommy, there's a pider in the living room!"
"It's o.k., Lydia, I'll get it later."
"It's o.k., Mommy, I already killed it with Paul's gun."
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