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My daughter thinks I'm Cinderella - SOLC Day 12


As a literacy specialist, I know the importance of reading to my daughter every day. Sometimes that looks like her pulling all her books off the shelf and throwing them onto the floor, and me picking one up and reading it aloud (to myself) as she runs off to do something else. Sometimes that looks like her cuddling up on my lap and making me reread the same book four times (right now, the obsession is her Obama book). 

Last night, she pulled down one of her books, pointed to the cover, and said, "mama." It was actually one of my old books that someone gave to me as a birthday gift when I was three (they wrote a note on the inside cover). And that book was Cinderella. 

Now, the question is, does she think I'm Cinderella because she's seen me talking to animals, because she's seen me sweep under her high chair every night, or because I'm in desperate need of a wardrobe update?


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  1. AnonymousMarch 12, 2020 at 6:41 PM

    Yup: books as mirrors and windows -- and as heirlooms, too.

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  2. Diane AndersonMarch 12, 2020 at 8:07 PM

    I can just see a toddler dumping books on the floor or snuggling with mom.

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