Monday my husband picked up a book at the library that was reserved for my 8 year old son.
Tuesday morning at breakfast, my son, beaming with excitement, thanks me for asking Daddy to get the book.
Tuesday morning before school, my son opens the book and starts reading.
Tuesday afternoon on the short drive home from school, my son finishes the 278 page book.
Tuesday afternoon, my son willingly waits for me to get the camera because he is so excited about finishing his book.
He read a 278 page book in one day at school.
I asked him if he got any school work done at school.
His teacher's only complaint about my son during conferences was that he reads so much that she has to remind him not to read during class time.
I drilled him with questions.
He said that he just read during one recess. (That's the deal I had to make with him a few weeks back when he was reading Narnia: "Play at least 1 recess.")
He said that he got to read when his class was working on spelling because he did the work the day before.
He said that he read in all of his "spare time".
He said that he is not allowed to read during lunch.
He said that he still paid attention during "sharing time" because he can read and listen.
I asked him if his teacher had to ask him to stop reading.
He had a substitute.