I aspire to raise good readers.
I hope to have children who share my love of reading.
I firmly believe the good readers live happier ever after.
And so far I have been pleased with what I've seen.
They love it when we read together.
They spend time looking at books.
They play games which include the characters we've read about.
They have favorites and some of them are even my favorites too.
So you can imagine the little leap in my heart when I saw my girl sitting there amongst the typical chaos, quietly reading to herself.
Ha! I knew there had to be a catch!
Sorry, honey, Archie comics aren't on my list of great literature.
I know, I know, I used to indulge in them too.
But still, does it really even count as reading?
I guess I'll take what I can get.
It's one less child running around, yelling, "Arggggggg, I'll 'det you stinkynoodleheadman! Don't you 'tab me! I'm donna tie you up and the twain is donna wun ober you!! Ha! Ha!"
You can be sure he didn't learn that from a book.
Not even from a comic book.
Maybe love triangles, gigantic sandwiches, and a broken down jalopy aren't so bad after all.
Besides, she makes me smile when she tells me about 'Crunchy', Betty and 'Beronica'.
Real life as a parent always has a way of making confetti of my expectations and comics out of my good intentions.