Wednesday, January 5, 2011
I Love to Read Chico Bon Bon
Last night I visited friends whose 18-month-old son charms me with his grin. I built block towers, and he knocked them over. I welcomed his dog onto my lap, and he backed up and sat on my lap also. When his dad asked if he wanted me to read him a book, my young reader friend twisted around and looked expectantly at me. "What would you like to read?" I asked. His dad told him to go get his favorite Chico Bon Bon book, and he toddled down the hall to his room. Returning with Chris Monroe's entertaining Monkey With a Tool Belt (which he'd received two weeks ago from our family), he again backed onto my lap, this time helping to open the book. We pointed to and named Chico Bon Bon's many tools. When the evil organ grinder's trap box was dropping on poor Chico Bon Bon, he said, "Uh-oh" and then pointed to Chico Bon Bon's one eye looking out the box hole each time. After "I wonder what he'll build tomorrow?" was read, he toddled down the hall for The Very Hungry Caterpillar and stuck his pinkie finger through the food holes just as I remember my sons doing. Thank you, friends, for raising a reader.