My mom has adopted a little boy my younger sister babysits for as a kind of pseudo grandchild. As a former first grade teacher, and children’s book store worker, my mom has an inordinante love of children’s books. I don’t remember my parents ever giving into whines for candy at the grocery store or toys at Target. I also don’t remember ever being denied a book. Now that the youngest “child” at our house is 18, Cayden is the new target of her children’s book addiction. I’m not exactly sure where she gets all these books. My sister says she scans thrift stores for our childhood favorites. Perhaps friends with kids my age are dumping their book collections. Whatever her supply, Cayden somehow ends up with a new book or two a week.
Last week, my mom was on training retreat before leaving on a trip to Turkey. Cayden’s mom was in charge of this training, so he came to visit the first day. He walked in with his dad, saw my mom across the room, and shouted, “THE BOOK FAIRY!”
Maybe we should get her a wand.