Cookie and I like to read stories. Well, she likes to listen while I read, but that’s a start. I read to her every night that I’m home, and if I sleep over, she gets to pick two stories instead of one. She’s learned to pick the big books and count them as one story… she’s got future. Sometimes I forget sleeping over means two stories (ok, maybe ‘forget’ is not the word), and she reminds me: “mana, what about the second story?” and when I ask why, she replies: “because yesterday you said sleeping over meant two stories.” Yesterday, of course, meaning any time from yesterday to four years ago, when she was born. Gotta love it how her world is so easy compared to mine.
While other girls like Princesses stories, mine likes the Three Little Pigs. We read the same story every night, and sometimes we read it a second time, too. I’ve grown smarter now, and started buying her new books so we’d have “more options to choose from”. So far, no success. But then, who can blame her? I read the Harry Potter books eight times, and I’m a happy person.
At first I would ask mom to read to her when I wasn’t home. But you know how it is with moms (or is it just mine?), they’re always tired and full of other stuff to do. Mom also said she couldn’t read in English, and while we can’t find books in Portuguese on Amazon, there’s little I can do. But eventually I realized I don’t really want to share this moment with her. Call me selfish, I don’t mind. It’s my moment with Cookie, and it’s something only we can share. We lie in bed with our blankets and read, one word at a time. Eventually she starts “reading” to me, telling me what comes next and pointing at the pictures. Oh God, how I love her.
p.s. Did you know that something different happens to the big, bad wolf depending on which book you’ve got?
While other girls like Princesses stories, mine likes the Three Little Pigs. We read the same story every night, and sometimes we read it a second time, too. I’ve grown smarter now, and started buying her new books so we’d have “more options to choose from”. So far, no success. But then, who can blame her? I read the Harry Potter books eight times, and I’m a happy person.
At first I would ask mom to read to her when I wasn’t home. But you know how it is with moms (or is it just mine?), they’re always tired and full of other stuff to do. Mom also said she couldn’t read in English, and while we can’t find books in Portuguese on Amazon, there’s little I can do. But eventually I realized I don’t really want to share this moment with her. Call me selfish, I don’t mind. It’s my moment with Cookie, and it’s something only we can share. We lie in bed with our blankets and read, one word at a time. Eventually she starts “reading” to me, telling me what comes next and pointing at the pictures. Oh God, how I love her.
p.s. Did you know that something different happens to the big, bad wolf depending on which book you’ve got?
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