You know how we’ve had some “challenges” instilling the love of reading into Connor? No? Then click here and get caught up.
Back? Okay. So ever since we started pointing to words and making Connor say them, storytime has gone straight to hell. But this week he brought home a new library book from school. It’s about a chameleon. And I hate it. Really. It’s disgusting. Let me show you why.
I hate it because it has real pictures, not cutesy cartoon pictures. See, these are not pictures I want to look at. Animals and people, yes. Bridges and cranes and bulldozers, okay. Amphibians and insects, not so much. But boys like things like this, and any book my boy likes is a good book. Even if it’s totally gross.
The chameleon has friends in this book.
We’ve read this book every night since he brought it home. But last night, on the very first page, Connor puts his hand up and says, “no, I want to read it.”
And in my head, there’s a freakin’ party going on. Yeah, baby!
He read almost every page of the book. Granted, we’ve read the damn thing ten times already, and he’s memorized it. But I was there for every reading, and I don’t have it memorized, so I’m kind of impressed. And when he read, he ran his finger along under each word. Bonus!
So while I find the book visually offensive, I’m just going to suck it up. But I’m really, really hoping the school library doesn’t have any books about cockroaches.