Real Books

Liam has a new discovery that has him very excited. As soon as he jumped into the car the other day after school he excitedly told me that he found a new row of books at the school library.
"You know, Mom. It's not the fake books. These are non-fiction! Wait until you see what I got!!"

Like a dagger to my heart, I tell you. The "fake books." Oh, sweet Fiction - he didn't really mean it. Actually, he did. I've never seen him so excited about his books. He had a book about what inventions in the future might be, and about how things work and how things were invented in the past, and also one about the sinking of the Titanic (in all it's gory detail...he excitedly read to me the death count). He is such his father's son. Non-fiction. Yes, I've enjoyed a non-fiction book from time to time...but my vivid memory of elementary school is not being able to wait until I got my hands on the next Black Stallion book in that series. Now that was excitement.

So last night I lugged out my very huge Dictionary that is a little more kid-friendly because it has some color illustrations. It is a cool dictionary. All 15 pounds of it. Liam was in heaven. He carried it around all night. And he even went back and found the other very huge dictionary without pictures. He was happy with that as well.
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And not to be left out - a cute Natalie story. I've realized that she thinks the cat litter box is called the Glitter Box. She laughed and laughed the other day when she thought someone had said Liam was going to use the Glitter Box (no one actually said that, but that is what she heard). She was all "Liam doesn't use the Glitter Box, Tigger does!!"

And I've decided that Glitter Box is a much nicer term for that area in general. So from now on, I'm going to use the Glitter Box instead of the restroom. I can already picture myself surrounded by flowers and sparkles, and all things shiny and beautiful. aaahhh Glitter Box