I have always loved a good book. I remember taking a flashlight in the car so I could read when it got dark. Ask anyone who has shared a hotel room with me and they will tell you in the middle of the night, if I can't sleep, I will often go into the bathroom, close the door, and read so as not to disturb anyone. I always carry a book with me just in case I get stuck in line somewhere.
When I was in school, you would often find me asleep with a book or two or three in bed with me. It's like they were stuffed animals.
At night, when I put my three year old to bed, I read him a book he has chosen from his shelf. Lately, he tells me he wants to hold onto the book as I say good night to him. The other night, I looked in his bed and found him sleeping with two of his current favorites. I had no idea this type of behavior was hereditary, or that I would find it so endearing.
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