Part the First:
Daughter: Look, Mom. There are ten chapters, and I'm at chapter eight!
Daughter: It's page 72!
Daughter: There's only this much to go!
Me: You're a reading fiend!
Daughter: Sssshhhhhhh! I'm READING.
Part the Second:
[in a local bookstore, with TV playing scary music in one corner...]
Daughter, clamping herself to my leg: What IS that?
Me: It's a TV. It's playing a movie.
Daughter: Ohhhh. I thought it was a dementor.
Part the Third:
Me: What specials did you have today?
Daughter: Library. I NEED an ipod touch!
A time-stamped case of the Mondays
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