Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold;
Richer than me you will never be - I had a mother who read to me".
Strickland Gillian 1869 - 1954
I hope that Christopher will share this sentiment one day- I certainly deserve it- after reading the Three Little Pigs (for some mysterious reason- often referred to by Christopher as the Two Little Pigs- but nevertheless our favourite book right now) every single night running for about a month.
I am considering changing the ending to escape my porcine blues- "And the big bad wolf ate up the three little pigs. He then suffered from the most appalling indigestion but mommy wolf gave him a homeopathic remedy and they both lived happily ever after".
I am loving his age right now: That he listens, that he shouts at The Big Bad Wolf, that he laughs and says the cutest things like, "No doggy (his interchangeable word for wolf) can blow down this house?" (face contorted with concern that some mangy mongrel might blow our house down), that he smiles when I reassure him, "No Baby- no Doggy can blow our house down." That he shares my love of reading.
Found these pics on BayTree . The owner writes a lovely bloggy newsletter- and signs off, "the Committed Dreamer". Who can resist?
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