As a child I always loved reading and I have carried the habit on to adulthood, mostly reading real books, with the occasional ebook in the mix. However despite my own love of reading I have always been wary of assuming Theo would automatically follow in my footsteps
Children of his generation have been born into a world of television, tablets and apps, brighter, flashier more alluring things that I wouldn’t blame him for being drawn to. However it seems I underestimated him, books have been a staple of the bedtime routine for a while, but are also becoming a frequently requested distraction during the day. We have read through all the popular books (can you ever get enough of Julia Donaldson?) worked our way through a library of Thomas The Tank Engine stories (whose phrasing is a little clunky and stuffy, but apparently still alluring) and even dipped our toes into the world of Beatrix Potter.
So on Friday when we were stuck at home all day whilst the car was being serviced, Theo asked again to have a story read to him and I decided to test his attention span by reaching for something a little older, with a little less pictures… Roald Dahl’s George’s Marvellous Medicine.
I had a blanket memory of all Roald Dahl books being great, but honestly I had forgotten just how fabulous each book is. The language is delicious, the stories wild and ridiculous and the pace frantic and compelling. We both sat on Theo’s bed in a heap of pillows and read and read and read…. He finally elected for a break after an hour, somewhere after George’s grandmother had exploded through the roof and there were giant pigs and cows leaping around the farm.
He asked for it again on Saturday and Sunday and we are perilously close to finishing, so I will have to see what other classics I have lurking on the bookshelf for our next read.
On another subject entirely, Theo’s hair is growing wildly out of control and I am still building up the courage to take him for another cut. Even at our local children’s salon with ride in cars, cartoons and lollipops, a haircut always induces a public meltdown with oceans of tears and desperate pleas for me to let him grow it. It’s not my favourite task.
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