Our poor fairy-tale book that Richard gave us not even a year ago is so tattered from all the reading we've done with it; the spine is spackled together with masking tape and I need to repair some accidental rips on some pages -- but who cares if Rachel loves it so?
Tonight she kept trying to get Drew to delay finishing his salad until he did Daddy Books, but he insisted on finishing it. So, SHE decided to read with US and dragged said fairy-tale book to the kitchen nook. Then she began to read "Cinderella" word for word!
It's easy to think at times like these that she's actually reading. She's not, of course; it's just from rote memory. But it's still pretty amazing to hear her childish voice warble the words and imitate the cruel stepsisters as they mock poor Cinderella. "I could listen to this for HOURS," Drew whispered at one point. "Isn't this what we've always wanted in a daughter?"
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I'm so glad Rachel loves The Fairy Tale book! Try duck tape on the spine.
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