My son and I stopped by Book Off, the used bookstore. I found these books for 100 yen each, in perfect condition and a real steal. Yes, my son is way too old for them. But they are so cutey cutey cutey cute that I just couldn’t say no.
We STILL have a bedtime routine involving stories and books. My son insists. I wonder how much longer this will last? I am enjoying it while it does.
There are three steps to our storytime bedtime ritual:
- First I read to my son from some sort of book or books. Not a complex novel, but something really light. Last night we did a Jeremy Strong book. I also do non-fiction. Nelson Mandela is in line tonight. Though I definitely still do little kiddy books. You’re never too old for little kiddy books.
- Next, my son requests a fictional story created by me. So every night, like Scheherazade, I try to think of a good story. Occasionally I will think of it during the day and get it to all fit together properly, but usually I forget, so the story ends up being kind of haphazard. I often say, “YOU tell me a story.” But he doesn’t like that as much.
- After that, he requests that I tell him a story from my life. Something happy, please. I have waded through all my memories, and told him pretty much everything.
There you have it. I guess the Reading Promise has nothing on me. We do our fifteen minutes….and more.