Upon arriving home after school drop-off this morning, #3 and I were delighted to find a package on our front porch. Upon realizing that this package was our new phone book, my delight diminished somewhat. . .#3's did not.Him: Oh, Mommy, what is it?!!!
Me: It looks like the new phonebook.
Him: Oh!!! I love phonebooks!!!
Me: Really?
Him: Yes! Can I have it?
Me: Sure.
Him: Can I sit on the couch with it?
Me: Sure.
(he takes the phonebook to the couch and sits with it quietly for a good while as I clean the kitchen in the next room.)
Him: (from the next room) Uh, Mommy?
Me: Yes?
Him: I love phonebooks, but I am sad.
Me: Oh no, why?
Him: Because I can not read my phonebook.
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My phone book was left in a puddle of melting snow -- tell #3 I can't read mine either.
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