He held my hand tightly in a way that suggested a serious situation needed to be addressed. The room was strewn with toys and evidence of childhood but it was clear he was on a mission.
He led me to the couch and sat as close as he could. He sighed as he leaned in, knowing what was ahead.
"Read, Meme," he instructed me. It was not a question, not a request, not a debate. "Read this book."
When we got to the last page of How to Track a Truck, he got up and raced over to the bookcase. "Another one?" he asked, yet it really wasn't a question. "Dragons love tacos," he began as he placed the book in my lap and climbed up as quickly as he could.
He may be little, but he already knows I am like putty when a book about spicy tacos (or any other book) is placed in my lap!
I'm participating in the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Tuesday, today, and hope to write every day in March during the SOL challenge. I always feel anxious and unsure of my ability to undertake such a challenge; however, I'm going to try to document the moments and memories of my life.