So, I’m laughing over my son’s sharing of losing a book only to discover it inside the bookcover he was supposedly reading when my daughter admits she’s recently done the same thing. Made me realize two things at once.
One, I immediately stop worrying about my own memory. 😉
Two, I’ve definitely passed on that reading gene to the next generation.
Although, I did gently suggest that they might both want to consider broadening their reading tastes to include more authors/books to rotate through in order to avoid the problem in the future. They have a long way to go to catch up, you know. Snicker.