Friday, April 22, 2011

Morning Workout

I freely admit our days are not perfectly-ordered, always-peaceful, never-complaining, hooked-on-learning days. I can’t tell you how many days there are that are ready-to-give-up, disgusted-at-the-sound-of my-own-voice, worn-out, convinced-I’m-a-fake days.

But there are moments scattered throughout when learning is work is joy, and they carry me a long, long way. The workout this beginning reader book gave Youngest left me a little speechless:








A lot can happen in eight pages.