I came in and out of the living room a few times during the movie and, each time, he was in a different position. He was sitting, leaning back on the soft couch cushions; then he was lying down on his side, his legs splayed without any regard for his grandfather who was seated next to him; then he was on the floor, his posture straight enough to make an opera singer proud. His eyes were glued to the screen, rapt attention replacing the blank zombie stare that he usually wore when he watched television. A number of short gasps escaped his lips as he watched, usually accompanied by a smile and the occasional exclamation of, “Oh, I know what’s about to happen!” He asked me a couple of questions about the plot during the early parts but gave up when he realized I was just going to keep telling him to wait and see.
I wasn’t going to spoil his first time watching Harry Potter. Continue reading “The Magic of Reading Together”
