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As I've previously mentioned, the members of my group are growing faster than my list to read to them is shortening, and some of the books in that list are for kids younger than they are - so I'm weeding the list and either tossing old book choices or reading the keepers off the list. This book is the latter - who passes up One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish??? It's Dr. Seuss! There was a month or two in my first few years of life that I told anyone who would listen that I was going to marry him (along with Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Green Jeans, my Dad, and a neighbor boy). It was my favorite book until I was four and my tastes got more sophisticated.
Because I had the odd thought that this might be the last time I ever read this book, I switched up the reading. Instead of my dulcet tones zooming to each of my listeners, I asked them to rotate, each reading a page to me and the group. They eagerly complied, and earnestly waited their turn. It was very sweet to hear those voices read the words of a book I've probably read at least a hundred times. I won't forget this, as these dear people grow lanky, tall, deep-voiced and angst-filled, and our sessions morph into other ways to love each other.
As I've previously mentioned, the members of my group are growing faster than my list to read to them is shortening, and some of the books in that list are for kids younger than they are - so I'm weeding the list and either tossing old book choices or reading the keepers off the list. This book is the latter - who passes up One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish??? It's Dr. Seuss! There was a month or two in my first few years of life that I told anyone who would listen that I was going to marry him (along with Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Green Jeans, my Dad, and a neighbor boy). It was my favorite book until I was four and my tastes got more sophisticated.
Because I had the odd thought that this might be the last time I ever read this book, I switched up the reading. Instead of my dulcet tones zooming to each of my listeners, I asked them to rotate, each reading a page to me and the group. They eagerly complied, and earnestly waited their turn. It was very sweet to hear those voices read the words of a book I've probably read at least a hundred times. I won't forget this, as these dear people grow lanky, tall, deep-voiced and angst-filled, and our sessions morph into other ways to love each other.
