It arrived and this kid dove right in.
And this is the face he makes when I interrupt him while he is reading an incredible adventure.
It didn't help that when he got up to use the restroom, I hid the book. Only long enough for him to notice it was missing. Yeah. I'm pretty sure there is a special place in hell for people who hide other people's top notch books. If I promise never to do it again, do you think they will find someone else to fill my reserved seat? Or am I officially, and eternally, doomed to roast?
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