This is really an addendum to my earlier post about my reading addiction, but since there’s a photo I’ll make it into a post of its own.
Emma was playing with her Polly Pocket dolls on the Polly Hip Cruise Ship (if you don’t have a daughter, don’t ask) the other day. She had set one of them up on the top deck of the ship, reclining on a chaise lounge, in what would have been full sunlight had it been, you know, an actual cruise ship. She called me over to see.
“Now mom,” she said, “if this was real, and if you had a book to read, would you want to be there?”
I couldn’t stop laughing as I assured her that yes, I would like that very much — with the all-important caveat. As she knew very well, my first thought on reclining in that lounge chair would have been, “What shall I read?”
Oh well. The one and only parenting task that I’m absolutely, 100% confident I have gotten right is that thing they always tell you about how important it is for your kids to see you reading. Check — got that covered.
My mom and dad are on a REAL cruise ship this week, and I hope they’re having a wonderful time, especially as my dad has to go for radiation when they get back, which is no fun at all. I hope they’re enjoying the sun just like the Polly People, and I’m pretty sure they both have a book to read.