We have been working hard on the fact that Tommy can only be rough with big boys, not little boys, and not girls of any age. Tonight as I was singing him his nighttime hymn, he idly swatted me in the face. I stopped and told him not to hit Mommy ever, even as a joke. I sang another verse. It happened again. Discipline. I started singing the last verse when Tommy asked, “Mommy, can I hit bears?” It didn’t compute. He went on–“Can little boys be rough with stuffed animals like Big Bear?” (Big Bear is bigger than Tommy.) As I was thinking of a good response, he decided, “I can hit my big stuffed animals like Big Bear, but not Clarence.” “And not anyone else’s stuffed animals,” I told him, making a quick escape lest we discuss the intricacies of stuffed animal abuse for the next half hour. Ah, boys!
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Books in our queue
Derek:
The Warden, Anthony Trollope
The Upside-Down Constitution, Michael S. Greve
Emily:
What God Has to Say about Our Bodies, Sam Allberry
The Decline and Fall of the British Aristocracy, David Cannadine
To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis
Tommy:
Flowers from a Puritan's Garden, Charles Spurgeon
Master and Commander, Patrick O'Brian
Elizabeth:
The Lord of the Rings trilogy, J.R.R. Tolkien
David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
Susanna:
Spindle, W. R. Gingell
A Conspiracy of Kings, Megan Whalen Turner
Janie:
Snow Treasure, Marie McSwiggin
Dancing Shoes, Noel Streatfeild
Annie:
Faithful Friends: Favorite Stories of People in the Bible, Marcy and Michael Kelleher
The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, C. S. Lewis-
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