I read about twenty poems aloud during breakfast, from When We Were Very Youg, and a child's collection of poetry that Had Robert Louis Stevenson (Nat wanted The Land of Counterpane) and some Louisa May Alcott, plus a bit of Shakespeare. I feel like we've done enough, if I can also maybe get Nat to read aloud this afternoon. Thomas appeared to actually be listening to the poetry, which is a big win.
And now to the part of the day where they get all the drawing stuff down and get paper and crayons all over the floor before I've even cleaned up from breakfast.
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