Sometimes I stumble upon this and…
and I remember why we’re homeschooling.
In fact I forget for a moment the constant strain to be organized and socialized and educatized. I even forget how much laundry we have.
Because poetry-for-two ‘neath a green blanket in their pjs is more than I could have asked for.
She reads, and he listens.
He makes faces, picks his nose and leans closer. And she keeps reading.
And I bear witness: The words of Shel Silverstein never sounded more poetic.