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The grandsons pulled books from the basket.  With their books gripped firmly in their hands they surveyed the adults sitting in the room.  One little guy went one way around the coffee table, GG was the targeted reader.  The other, crossed the room on a mission to get to his Poppa.  There was no conversation to determine who went to whom.  They just seemed to decide and go.

Past the dogs, around the trucks and LEGO scattered on the floor, they were mini-men on a mission.  There were stories to be read and cuddles to be had.  Young-uns like to hear the same story over and over and over, which is about two overs past most adults tolerance level.  Our grandsons each enjoyed their story, slid down from the lap of the reader and took the same book with them to another adult in the room.   Problem solved.  They could have the same story read again by someone else.  The same story twice in a row within minutes, that’s heaven for a kid.

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