Sunday I was lazy. I didn’t do much reading at all, didn’t make it out to buy a Sunday paper. We were busy all day with the kids and – when we finally got time Sunday night – we ended up watching two documentaries about drugs. One was on the spread of Hepatitis C in West Virginia, another was on the use of fentanyl in Alberta, Canada. Those films made you glad you weren’t infected or addicted.
We did read books to the kids at bedtime. T read Harold and The Purple Crayon by Crockett Johnson as E’s choice. It’s about a little boy who creates his world – by drawing it – as he goes through life. That’s a fantasy for “kids of all ages.”
I read Here Comes the Easter Cat by Deborah Underwood as C’s choice. It is also really good. The cat in question is a feline with a bad attitude who wants to take over for the Easter Bunny.
The kids got a huge kick out of the wry humor in Easter Cat. Their parents got a kick out of that book, too.