Harry the Dirty Dog

I love to read. It's always been important to me - and I wanted to foster a love of reading for my own kiddos.

Hayden was easy - he couldn't get enough - even as young as a year he would sit patiently and listen to story after story. Harlyn didn't pick it up as early - she was too distracted to sit still long enough to make it through an entire story - but in the past 6 months or so her interest has grown considerably.

This is one of her favorites. Ironically - it was also one of Hayden's favorites - and if we go way, way back in time - one of my own favorites as a little girl. I remember loving the way Harry "flip-flopped and flop-flipped" while trying to prove that HE was really Harry. There is something really cool and amazing about sharing a great story with my kids - and having them both just LOVE it - especially a timeless book like Harry. It's over 50 years old (!!!) which just blows my mind. I hope in another 20 years or so I'll get the pleasure of reading this same story to my grandchildren...and watching their faces light up when they realize that "it's Harry, it's Harry, it's Harry."

Until tomorrow,

Positvely,

Kim

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