So the other day we were moving furniture and Harrison found a book we’ve been missing for about two years. Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good,Very Bad Day.

I was so excited, I love that book! I immediately sat down with my first grader and started to read.

Then I remembered how it got lost. Very conveniently lost.

Have you ever read that book out loud to a  little kid? By the time we got to the dentist, I was sweating bullets and Harrison was one big scowl. I could see him identifying with Alexander, mulling, stewing, thinking about his own terrible, horrible life, and how very much they had in common.

And so, like a good mother, I casually misplaced that book behind the couch. I love it, but I’m not sure it has a place in our reading agenda right now. I think we’ll stick with shiny, happy books for the next year or two, just to be on the safe side.

Alexander can quietly stew behind the couch, it probably couldn’t make things worse for him.