Independent Reader: Yes, to Pigeons. No, to Cats. In Hats.
Mo Willems‘ books are always entertaining. I first adored them through the sweet voice of my once 5 year old, Harper. And tonight . . . from Zane. Only, I wasn’t sitting next to him. “Mommy! It’s my first night!” “Your first night?” “Reading in my bed by myself before I go to sleep. It’s my FIRST NIGHT!” Thanks to Miss B, Zane’s first-grade teacher, and thanks to having a son who is wired to move and groove when there is a prize at stake – like going out for pizza with the lovely Miss B once he finishes 100 books – Zane has caught the reading bug and is continually trying to challenge himself. We are finding that Zane likes measured goals. In Cub Scouts he was all over the popcorn...
Literary Dinner
Tonight while George and I were preparing dinner: “George, do you want garbanzo beans in your salad?” “I don’t like garbanzo beans.” Zane: “Well, I don’t like green eggs and ham!” And apparently, he won’t eat them with sheep. Well, that’s his version of the story anyway