squash and snozzcumber (pic from Flickr)
We were tucked in bed early last night. A (5 1/2) brought a book to read for me. It was the BFG by Roald Dahl. With all the respect to Oxford 'at home' series with kipper Biff and Chip. I was happy that A chose to read a 'real' book, and a brilliant one. A managed to read a whole chapter. Quite a task I would say, and he was laughing his head off. G (9 1/2) came in, start to comb her hair, looking quite impressed by her brother's reading. A went on reading until eventually got stuck in a particularly difficult word, and to our amazement, G just shoot the missing word out of her sleeve. This has happened again and again, almost to make us think that she knows the book by heart... Well, we've listened to the audio book several times - but I can't remember anything... A went on reading, finishing his chapter, stopping from time to time just to see if his sister can complete the sentence...
"... On his bare feet he was wearing a pair of ridiculous sandals that for some reason had holes cut along each side, with a large hole at the end where his toes tucked out."
The BFG / Roald Dahl
The young photographer's own feet
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