Tonight my children bounced off of one another and careened around the upstairs and generally behaved with good—if somewhat frenetic—cheer. When I flopped down onto my bed and asked if we would be reading tonight, Chickadee rushed to my side.
“No,” she said, putting her hand over our book (which was still sitting on my nightstand), “I don’t want to read tonight.”
“Really?” For my kids to say they don’t want to read is akin to declaring that they’re not in the mood for oxygen. It never happens. “Why don’t you want to read?”
“I would rather have some quality family time,” she replied, while I swallowed my tongue from the effort of not laughing. (more…)