Books Before Bed

Tonight, as with two nights ago, Berit read me Where The Wild Things Are. She read it to me, in all its memorized glory. Because she never wants to be imperfect at anything, it was especially fabulous to see her loving the challenge of getting every word just right.

Not to be outdone, Marta read me Oh My Oh My Oh Dinosaurs, Little Lamb and But Not The Hippopotamus. In character.