While the kids were at school the other day, I pulled a few favorite books off of our kids’ bookshelves. Sitting in pretty baskets, in the living room, they almost call my daughter’s name.
It worked like a charm. As she was passing the living room yesterday, she stopped and asked, “What’s that?”
“Oh, I just did a little organizing.”
Soon, my youngest was sprawled out on the floor reading Silverlicious, How Full is Your Bucket, and High Tide in Hawaii. I didn’t even need to say a word.
(I still can’t get my big kid to enjoy anything that has to do with books. I won’t give up though.)