I’m tired of reading picture books. Well, maybe “reading” is a poor choice of words. Mostly, Mom reads them. I sleep on top of them so she can’t turn the page.
Sometimes I try to eat them, so she has to hide them in the closet.
She’s almost reached her goal of reading 212 books this year. Maybe when she gets to that magic number she’ll stop. Ha! Who am I kidding? When she reaches her goal, she’ll make a new goal.
Mom says, “I love reading stories!” and “I need to read in order to write right. Right?” (Huh??) and “Move your bony head! You’re drooling on the book.”