So, a few weeks ago I wrote a blog post about giving my daughter a book to read in the car, which turned into incessant questioning by her to my husband and I, and I pondered if it was a good idea. However, the tides have turned, my faith has been renewed. At work last week I had the unexpected pleasure of transporting a couple of students (a Kindergartener and 5th grader) in my car on a mini field trip. When I agreed to participate, my first step was to run out to my car and see how messy the back seat really was (I try not to look back there regularly, it makes me want to cry). It was salvageable, but it was still messy, and I stuffed a bunch of books from the floor into the pockets on the backs of the front seats.
Of course, the students could care less about the mess in my car, and were more focused on getting to their destination. However, on our way back to the school, the Kindergartener said to the 5th grader, “Can you read me a book?” And as I glanced in my rearview mirror, thanks to the random books that litter the backseat of my car, the fifth grader picked up Giraffes Can’t Dance, and read to the Kindergartener for the short drive back to school. Yay!! Score one for messy backseats!