I love to read . . . even more than I love music . . . okay, maybe the two are tied. I will read anything . . . great novels, bad novels, trashy beach novels, tabloids, the New York Times, . . . the only thing I hate is most self help books. Like . . . I have my own life, not interested in how you live yours . . . My Kindle is an ever-present gadget wherever I go. I am terrified of having free time on my hands without the access to a good book. Seriously, having time on my hands without having a method of occupying my attention is a true phobia.
Today we celebrated Dr. Seuss's birthday during my school's Read Across America day. Our kids had a breakfast treat (Green Eggs and Ham, anyone . . . ). I'm sure their wonderful classroom teachers read their favorite Dr. Seuss books. Some enterprising reading teachers ran a trivia contest. I felt kind of dumb when a few kids asked me if I knew how old Dr. Seuss is . . . I pointed out he is actually dead. They laughed and clarified. For the record . . . He would be something like 108. Did you know Dr. Seuss really didn't like children . . . seriously, all true.
Now, for the DEAD-ness part . . . My favorite! We had a five minute DEAR session . . . this means Drop Everything And Read. One of my kiddies charmingly and erroneously called it DEAD. In my amusement, I decided to not correct his error. After all, to a child some days can seem to be rather dead. Besides, I correct this child's musical performance all the time . . . he doesn't need to hear me correct his perception of our special day.
Now . . . I am truly ready to climb into bed and engage in seriously sleepy DEAD-ness! Ha ha ha . . . couldn't resist!
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