They love reading, and it’s my fault.

Charlie came downstairs early on Saturday morning, picked up a book, sat down on the couch with the cat, and spent nearly an hour reading.

His weekend was dawning, and his first choice was to read.

His sister was still in bed at the time, also reading.

I know what you’re thinking:

What a couple of great kids.

But no.

They were not born readers. No human is born with a book in their hand and a love of literature in their heart.

I take full credit for their love of reading.

Elysha would get credit, too, but she’ll probably unselfishly, foolishly pass on the credit to the kids.

She’s a better person than me.

Not correct. Just better.