My kids LOVE to be read to. Love love LOVE it. And I love reading to them. It's great.
A nearby second-hand store has TONS of children's books, lots of classics, things I remember from when I was little, and they're CHEAP. And generally in really good condition. Anytime I come home from there, the kids run to meet me at the door and start pawing through the bags to see what books I brought home.
This particular Saturday was no exception. Reading to them can be a bit tricky though because as you can see, seating is a little tight. And there are generally two rules:
Kaitlyn HAS to sit on my lap. No exceptions. Sometimes she insists on bringing her own book to look at, so then there are two books in my face.
Biniam can't see worth a darn, so he's always straining to get close enough to the pictures. (Yes he needs glasses. Yes I need to get him to the optometrist. Yes we've been inundated with medical appointments and so it hasn't happened yet.)
Needless to say, I can get to feeling a little claustrophobic when reading to the kiddies. But they'd sit there for hours. They always beg for more. They love to be read to and don't care about having to share Mommy's lap with three other kids. They treasure this time, and so do I.