I was thinking recently about the various books that
I read were read to me in preschool. I remember in particular there being a young man (I think his name was Chris) who would read to us on the universal (or is this only an American thing?) big rug. I think I had a crush on him, or whatever the three or four year old equivalent to that is. There was some wide-eyed admiration, anyway.
Or maybe I only liked him for the stories, toddlers are little mercenaries that way. Continue reading “Pre-K Paperbacks”