I decided to take the evening off and went over to spend a couple hours at the old house. We went fishing using bamboo poles that had a big magnet tied to the end of the rope. Small metal discs were thrown into the pool and we tried to run the magnet over them -- pretty cool innovation I thought.

After reading a zillion stories to him in the past, it was really fun to have the older boy read to me -- he's just picked up the skill this past year. I nearly fell asleep until he decided to mix things up a bit on the second read through. The third time through was even more creative -- he put a B in front of each word. "Bi'm boing bo bake ba bake."

However, the book he picked for me to read was the most interesting of the night. It was a bunch of silly poems, the worst of which was a whole page about a booger. I actually gagged a couple times reading it. What happened to Green Eggs & Ham? Or better yet, Chronicles of Narnia?

I guess reading anything, even booger poems, is good enough. I can still remember my mom sitting in the hallway so both my brother and I could hear her reading to us before we went to bed. For a couple months in college one of my roommates read Hinds Feet in High Places out loud, supposedly for our spiritual health. Unfortunately I find someone reading to me about the best way in the world to fall asleep and I missed about half of what she read. ;)