And So It Begins...

We finished breakfast early this morning and were left with thirty or so minutes to fill before departing for school.  The children were their usual obnoxious energetic selves so I knew intervention would be necessary or chaos would ensue.  Rather than turning on the TV, I went to the book case and selected a book with thousands of words and only a dozen or so pictures.  I then sat on the sofa beside Ted and opened it to page one...

"The Boy Who Lived."

Within minutes the other two had crowded around us, listening intently (or as intently as possible when you're three.)  When I came to the end of the chapter I asked Ted what he thought.

"I like it.  When we finish reading it can we watch the movie together?"

Yes, my son.  Yes we can.