This is my reading RedDog.
He reminds me of me at ten years old. Body squeezed into any available chair, book open, mind transported to a different world.
RedDog loves to read. He loves it so much that his school teacher actually told me, “He is a wonderful boy in every aspect. If there is ONE thing he needs to work on, and I can’t believe I am saying this, it is that he reads TOO MUCH. He rushes through his work so he can open his book. He reads when we’re supposed to be having discussions. He’d like to take his book out to recess with him.”
A kid that reads too much! Can’t complain about that.
He will be getting a lot of books for Christmas. We have a Kindle. We have an iPad. He will be getting good old fashion paper books. He loves turning the pages. He loves having the books on his shelf to look at and reread.
Big C is a reader too. I was a reader. I am a reader. The Hubby is not a reader. Hannie B is not a reader.
I’m really happy that RedDog is a reader. Do you have one of these?