The other night picking the bedtime book to read to Cole seemed too easy. “You pick, Mama,” he said graciously, and I was surprised and heartened by his offer. I chose Library Lion. “Noooo. Not that one.”
“OK, how about If You Give a Mouse a Cookie?”
“Noooo.” He sighed like I imagine I sigh at his typical lunchtime choices (a plain bagel, a plain hotdog bun, or plain Cheerios).
“Harold and the Purple Crayon?”
“Nooo. We read that one before.”
“Why don’t you pick then?”
“No, Mama. I said you get to pick tonight.”
And on and on we went until, finally, I picked out the book he wanted to read in the first place.
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