
Then came Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. Those rats, I think, changed his life forever.
The second he'd wake up in the morning he'd start begging for it. In the morning! When he gets a free hour of cuddling anyway. As soon as lunch was over, "MOM! Read Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh!" As soon as dinner was over, "MOM! Read!" At bedtime, again free lovin' time anyway, "Mom! Rats! Now! Please!"
And the cool thing? As soon as we finished, he couldn't wait to pick out a new book. Yeah, he actually cared about the content, about the words. After much discussion and consideration, Redwall was decided upon.
There are a lot of words in Redwall, but he's lovin' it, even if the rats aren't the good guys this time around. Perhaps I should change this blog post title to, "How Rats Changed a Boy's Life."
3 comments:
Cool story, Maureen! :)
And can you imagine if he had to wait to read until he was able to read the interesting books to himself? With some, I think that way never happens.
That "reading to" and cuddling are so important, aren't they?
This is a beautiful post. :)
Thank you!
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