When she's reading, it's very hard to get her attention.Her nose is buried in a book. "Hey, babe, do you..." The nose remains buried. "Sarah...?" Nothing. "Sar-uhhhh..." Nope. "SAR-ah!" Finally, the face turns upward. The eyes blink vaguely. "Whuh...?"
And now, I'm afflicted with a second one, a string bean little doppelganger, exactly the same in this regard: Louise. She entered first grade as a minimally literate post-Kindergartner, but in the span of months, has transformed into a voracious, insatiable book hound. (Having read every book on her shelf multiple times, she's now churning through the Harry Potter series—currently on book four—at a far steadier clip than I ever read them.*)
So now, all day long, having exhausted attempts at verbal engagement, I find myself gently turning down her book and telling her: "It's time for breakfast." "It's time for dinner." "It's time to get out of the car." "It's time to cross the street..."
Maybe June will be a flighty, distractible reader like me. I need to have somebody on my side.
* It's vaguely alarming. What's in store for second grade? Proust?