It was a very dramatic reading, and they were quite engrossed in the story. Much quieter - though not nearly as hilarious - as the song the youngest made up that went something like this: "Ribbit, ribbit, fart, fart; I love you with all my heart!"
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sunday 8 PM
Tired and a bit grumpy tonight...the damp cold is getting at me more than I remember from previous winters. I might have to go see about some super-vitamins or something. In the meantime, to fulfill my NaBloPoMo obligations, here is something considerably warmer and sweeter than I am at the moment - Mr.Q reading Dr.Seuss the other night, to the visiting niblings:
It was a very dramatic reading, and they were quite engrossed in the story. Much quieter - though not nearly as hilarious - as the song the youngest made up that went something like this: "Ribbit, ribbit, fart, fart; I love you with all my heart!"
It was a very dramatic reading, and they were quite engrossed in the story. Much quieter - though not nearly as hilarious - as the song the youngest made up that went something like this: "Ribbit, ribbit, fart, fart; I love you with all my heart!"
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Awwww...that's so cute! Reading stories to little ones is one of life's pure pleasures. Glad Mr. Q survived the ordeal!
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