I played a tape for Tim about 2 months into our marriage. It dates back to 1988, and it was part of my plan to make sure he stuck around for the long haul. I figured if he knew how cute I sounded as a toddler, he’d definitely want to be there with me for some kids of our own.
So far, it’s working.
Anyway, on said tape, I am ‘reading’ (no, not actually, more like reciting) Snow White and the Seven Dwarves to the fam.
I should tell you that I had the cutest way with words. Ever. And my accent? And dramatics? Wow. HOW am I not on Broadway right now?!?! I don’t even know.
(Anyone know how to convert a cassette tape to a computer file?)
I should also tell you that the whole point of this post is to prove the following: I love children’s books.
Someday, I may even write some of my own.
However, unfortunately, I’m a little out of the loop when it comes to the good ones these days. (What can I say? I’m not a kid; I don’t have kids; I don’t know any kids ((okay, that’s not true. I did spend a whole afternoon reading Little Mermaid (((over…and over…and over))) to a very animated audience of one this week–apparently Disney Princesses have some sort of thing for me)).)
What were your favorites when you were a wee bambino(a)?
What do you read to your kids/grandkids?