Anne-with-an-e and Betsy watched Bella again the other night. They asked me, "What is Marvin Gaye?"
"He's not a what, he's a who. He was a singer in the seventies."
"Oh!" said Anne. "When Nina said she could use a hot bath and some Marvin Gaye, I thought maybe it was a wine."
We are all loving a current, fun read-aloud, Ginger Pye. Eleanor Estes was the best kind of children's writer: she knew how children's minds work, she could sound exactly like a child, and convey the way everything in a child's world is weighted with great import, without mocking them, and without talking down to them. In this way, her writing reminds me of Lissa Wiley's.
I picked up The American Story, 100 True Tales from History at the library, but haven't yet had a chance to peruse. Anyone seen it?
Yesterday, when Ramona got up and I asked her, "How are you today?" she replied that she was "feeling chipper!" Such a good way to start a Sunday.