Bookworm
He has all kinds of toys. Toys with batteries, made from colorful plastic, that sing and dance and do things. He has activity toys, blocks and balls and things to stack. He has musical toys, drumsticks, xylophone, maracas, toy piano. There are knit toys, plush toys, wooden toys. Spinning tops, rolling cars, riding trike, push cart. He could play with a different toy every hour, day and night, all week.
But when I set him down in the midst of this bounty, the epicenter of this largesse, he beelines for his books. Picks one up, holds it out. Read this to me, Momma. So I read. Yellow lion, touch this soft duck… The end. Read it again, read another one. Kitten mealtime, kitteh, kitteh, kitteh, kitteh, kitteh, kitteh, kitteh. He loves it. Read more. Peter Rabbit is sleepy, feel his soft blanket. More more more. Cereal? All gone! Juice? All gone! Another, read another. Paul and Judy can do lots of things, you can do lots of things too. There is a tiny book inside this one. Now you read Judy’s Book. How big is bunny? Soooooooo big!
The End. Goodnight little bookworm. We will read some more tomorrow.
