By Lisa Cohn
I’ve got a read-aloud problem. It infringes on my time and restricts me to the library, the bookstore, and of course, the couch.

I’m gaining weight. I don’t frolic enough in the park with my dog. And my read-aloud problem makes it nearly impossible to cook healthy meals that actually follow recipes. It’s grab and go for me.

My read-aloud problem is my 6-year-old son, Michael. He begins his campaign when he wakes, saying he won’t go to school until I read him a book. If it’s a weekend, he insists on beginning the day with a visit to the bookstore or library so I can read aloud to him.

After we read in bed on school mornings, he loads about three dozen Scooby-Doo books into a bag and lugs them to school.

“The kids want to see my books on the playground,” he says. “When you pick me up, can you read ‘Scooby-Doo and The Case of the Angry Alligator’ on the jungle gym to me and my friends?”

Read the rest of the story in Mamalode here:
Lisa Cohn’s Story in Mamalode: The Benefits of My Read-Aloud Problem

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