A Love for the Cautionary Tale

This morning, Daniel came in during my late-morning "make-up" nap with books, as is his wont. He perceives my time as his, which I think is really as it should; we're here for them. He brought the Madeline anthology and, to my great shock, selected "The Bad Hat" for me to read. I told him that surely he wouldn't want to read a story about a naughty boy, but he grinned broadly, and, in his appropriately impish voice, said that he would like to read such a story.

(March 12, 2011)