After picking her up from school on Monday, I took my daughter on a 45-minute car trip into the heart of Greenville. I thought the trip would be a perfect time to get her back on the audiobook train. After explaining where we were going, I gave her the Little House on the Praire play-away she had started a week earlier.
I didn’t have to ask her twice.
The entire trip, her eyes went back and forth from the driver-side windows to the passenger-side windows, taking in the unfamiliar route as she listened to the Ingalls’ saga.
She was transfixed, and I could see her eyes enlarge or contract depending on the book’s action.
When we arrived, I asked her how the book was.
“Good,” she said.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Wolves,” she responded. Fair enough.
Learning Together 