When I was little my mom would read chapter books to my brothers and I, and I did not like it because my mind would always wander. I had the hardest time paying attention. I would have rather read it myself. One book she read I could only remember the title but not much about the book. I just remember it was a good one for the imagination. It's called The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles by Julie Andrews. I recently bought it and thought I'd see if Addison was interested in having me read it to her because I just wanted to pass on the torture ;) Lol just kidding, mom, it wasn't torture. To my surprise she loved me reading it to her even though there were no pictures. And I really enjoyed reading it to her. She even asks me to read to her now, whichever book we're reading. Now we're reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory since we finished the other book. And I'm loving sharing the things I enjoyed from my childhood with my kids. Sometimes when I start to wonder if she's actually paying attention she'll comment on something I just read that shows that she's getting it. It's awesome. One thing that's kind of funny, sometimes, is how often she interrupts. But if I'm patient she is just wanting to comment or talk about something I just read. She's just experiencing the book out loud and it's great that I get to experience it with her. After we're done reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory we're going to watch the movie, of course! We can't wait!
A movie I loved from my childhood is The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I don't know if I ever read the book but that might be the next one, if it's not too long.
