Today, I was puttering about the house, occasionally prying bits of cookie off a baking sheet with a knife to stuff into my mouth. I had another epic cookie disaster yesterday and I don't know why. But they are dandy crumbled and mixed with ice cream...or pried off with a knife and eaten alone.
Now what was I saying? Oh, this morning...puttering...yes...
And Charissa asked if we could read books together. I told her we could and to go get some books. Then I got sidetracked with some chores. I was vaguely aware of her walking back and forth from her room to the living room. I finally came and saw this:
Books to the left, right and center all carried by a busy, little book-loving bee.
|"So are you going to reeeeaaad to me, Mama?"|
How can I resist?
We didn't get through all of them...but we made a nice dent.