Today’s happiness involves reading to one of my kids. Not a surprising activity in and of itself, but who I was reading to was a little surprising.
Book Boy was bored, and started grumbling that I never do anything with just him. I called him over and asked him what he wanted to do with just me. Did he want to go with me the next time I go grocery shopping (both big kids like this)? Did he want me to play a game with just him after dinner? Etc. etc.
After a bit of hemming and hawing, he finally said just one word: “Read!”
I told him to go get a book, and he came back with one of the Foxtrot anthologies he’d co-opted from my bookshelves months ago and read many times since. He sat down next to me, opened the book to a random page, and handed it to me. I was only able to read to him for about 10 minutes before we were interrupted (both girls were up, after all) but it was nice. I’ll have to remember that Book Girl isn’t the only one who might like a bedtime story.