At night, that is.
This is what happens to pretty little 7-year-old girls
(when they read and read and read at night, instead of going to sleep!)
Trust me, blog-readers.
There is nothing I would like better
than to read and read and read into the wee hours of the morning.
Reading is my love. (One of them)
My tired eyes can no longer endure.
I am jealous that the eyes of the 7-year-old CAN endure.
She can NOT go to school with this look:
the bloodshot eyes.
the disheveled hair.
We women need our beauty sleep.
So I have told her.
When I turn the light off, the light is off.
Then I go back to check, and she is curled up sneakily, under the light, reading.
Who can blame her? The world of reading is like no other.
So are you okay with this look?
Because I've been reading lately.
And night time is reading time.