I had another post prepared for today… but then a miracle happened…
I showed up at Tornado Boy’s house for two days of “Grammy Time.” Kindergarten doesn’t kick off until Tuesday and preschool ended early, leaving mom and dad in a lurch. When I walked in the door, I received my usual whirlwind of hugs, but the first question out of the tornado’s mouth was, “Do you want me to read a book to you?”
Not Legos, no request to build a spaceship or visit the park, no plea to use his old grammy as a jungle-gym. Nope.
“Do you want me to read a book to you?”
“Why, sure,” I replied, fully expecting a play by play narration through a picture book or a four-pager of his own creation.
I sat on the couch, and he climbed up beside me, tucked in tight, and opened Dr. Seuss’s Hop…