heh. my son just used to look at me, cock his head and say, "Mom?"
Because, always go go go running on 4-5 hrs a sleep a night in grad school, I'd read him the story and, apparently, with my eyes wide open, start dreaming, and talking in my eyes-wide-open sleep. I hope my dreams weren't the stuff of a 5 year old's Freudian nightmare.
Once, I had to read Twain's autobiography. I was taking care of a neighbor's kid, too, because we'd swap: I'd watched her's; she mine, while we were both finishing up college. I started reading that stuff aloud to two year-olds. HA. they liked, they liked! I commented on that to my tutor and she said that was a great observation b/c, back then, books were often read aloud. People couldn't afford or couldn't read, or were living on the frontier with limited access to books anyway, so they'd read aloud -- at libraries and other public places.
i have no idea what this convo is supposed to be about. I'm just randomly reading the list while waiting for a phone call. ha.
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