|Slice of Life is hosted at the Two Writing Teachers blog every Tuesday.|
It's a cloudy afternoon in Maine, and the ground is covered by a new coat of fresh white snow, the first of the season. We sit not quite side by side on the couch, me leaning against the back, her snuggled under her Mickey blanket against the pillow. A library copy of Joy Cowley and Nic Bishop's Red-Eyed Tree Frog sits open between us. The book was checked out for first grade wonderers but hasn't yet made it to the classroom, claimed instead by the curly-haired wonderer at home. Her eyes go from questioning to amusement as we read through the little frog's day. "He sleep all day?" she asks, wondering what kind of silly frog would do a thing like that. Choruses of "What's that?," her favorite question, accompany nearly every page. She giggles at the katydid--"Silly bug"--and her eyes go wide when the frog jumps to escape the boa snake in a dramatic double page spread. The frog goes back to sleep as morning comes to the rain forest, and as I close the book, I hear "Again!" Later she will pick it up on her own, talking her way through the pictures. "Frog sleep all day." "No eat caterpillar." "Jump!" "Frog go to sleep." My baby is a reader.
One red-eyed tree frog
plus one wide-eyed two-year-old
makes reading magic.