Reading Material

Early this morning, I was sitting with Shay on the living room floor, playing a hybrid driving-trucks-reading-books game.  He was driving his dump truck around and then thrusting a book into my hands to read, and I was reading the books and then loading them into the scooper thing of the dump truck; you know, your usual lazy Sunday morning activity. Why, what were you doing at 6am?

We read his favorite counting book and his favorite shapes book, and a new book with a finger puppet puppy.  Then, I was trying to get him to choose this new, beautifully illustrated board book of A Child's Garden of Verses that I just picked out for him, but instead, he found a workout DVD that I got for Christmas, and handed it to me expectantly.  "It's not really a book," I explained, and tried to put it down, which reduced him to tears.  So, I read the front cover, popped it open and read a few words off the DVD itself, popped it closed, and read the back cover. Nineteen times.  Why, what were you doing at 6am?

Now, he is down for a nap, and I am sort of wondering if it was a hint, like, was my child really telling me that my butt looks fat, when he handed me that DVD?  Should I do that workout, while he naps?  But I am almost done with Patti Smith's new autobiography of her early days with Robert Mapplethorpe, and maybe I earned the chance to curl up on the couch with coffee and a book, after all the early morning truck driving and DVD reading?

Hope your Sunday is lovely and lazy.