So I was taking my 15-year-old to school this morning. When he climbed into the car, he had an old, worn down hard-back book in his hands. One of the Fablehaven series, I believe. He's read them several times and loves them. We drove to school like we do every morning, and as he climbed out of the car, I reminded him to grab his book.
He looks at me and says, "Nah. I don't need it. I already have several others in my bag."
I laughed so hard. How many 15-year-old boys carry around a stack of books with them just in case they need something to read? Plus, I happen to know he has another 200 books downloaded onto his phone.
That boy is worse than I am!
By son is a bibliophile. And he's got it bad!
