The youngest settled onto a bench in the children's section and said, "I want to stay here and read."
The other said, "No, not today," so off we went.
One stayed home, and the other came with me for a treat at the local coffee shop. After chai tea and a milk frosty (from which I had to eat the whipped cream because the Great said, "It's gross"), she took me upstairs where I had not been.
At the top of the steps, she said, "Isn't it cool?" The man settled in an armchair looked up from his paper and smiled, but the two students cramming for exams did not.
"Shh," I said, "this is the quiet spot."
We agreed it would be a cool place to read.
On the way home, I asked, "What's the best part of third grade?"
"Cursive," she said, and she was serious.
When we got home, she proved it.
These are things we love: books (all three of us), reading (all three of us), writing (two of us), and the people who write the books we love (all three us).
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