One of my favorite series of books from my 2nd grade teaching days are Henry and Mudge. When Owen was about three he fell in love with the books and I read the whole series to him over and over. I had most of them, but Owen would also check them out from the library – even the ones we already had.
As Owen started to ask for the series less and less, I grew a little sad. I had been looking forward to listening to Owen read them to me when he was at that reading level. But now I figured that he probably wouldn’t be interested in them any more since we had read them so much. I purposefully have avoided reading these books to Jack for this very reason.
Today the monkeys were playing up in their rooms together, and I went up to see them as it had been quiet for quite some time… Owen announced that he had just read two Henry and Mudge books to Jack.
I felt so happy to hear that Owen was still interested in the books. And while I can’t wait to hear him read these books to me, it was so proud to hear that he was reading them to his brother. How sweet is that?!
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