“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via souzyandherbooks)
My six-year-old son talking about two of his classmates this week.
Boy: Mommy, Kiki and Masarat have the same face.
Me:(Aware that Kiki does not have a twin and having never heard about Masarat) Really?
Boy: Well, Masarat’s face is a little longer than Kiki’s. But they have the same face.
Me: (Wondering if Masarat might be a new student who is Asian, like Kiki; as Kiki is the only Asian girl my son has ever met in our small Midwestern town of 6000 people) Are Masarat’s eyes like Kiki’s?
Boy: No, but they have the same face other than that.
Me: (wondering if there is another girl named Kiki that I don’t know about in his school) Sweetie, what language does Kiki speak at home?
Boy: Chinese, I think.
Me:(Yup, that is the Kiki I know about. We have large African and Hispanic immigrant populations in our town, hence the next question.) What language does Masarat speak at home?
Boy: Her mommy and daddy speak French.
Me: (trying to figure out how these two girls look the same) Do Kiki and Masarat have the same color of skin?
Boy: (looks at me like I am crazy) No. Kiki is pink like me, and Masarat is really dark brown.
“We have an obligation to read aloud to our children. To read them things they enjoy. To read to them stories we are already tired of. To do the voices, to make it interesting, and not to stop reading to them just because they learn to read to themselves. Use reading-aloud time as bonding time, as time when no phones are being checked, when the distractions of the world are put aside”—
This quote speaks to me, because as a teacher of secondary school, the amount of times 14, 15 and even 16 year olds ask me to ‘do the voices’ or say that their parents never read to them breaks my heart