Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to read. Her mother thought that she should enjoy the warm Kansas and Missouri summers where they lived, so she would find her on the couch and in her bedroom reading and say, “Go outside and play!” The little girl would go, but sneak her book out with her. And then her mom would find her under a tree, in a tree, on a blanket, in a chair, in a hammock, you name it, but always reading a book. To the little girl, that WAS going out to play. This little girl grew up, and she still loved to read. And then this little girl had a little boy who also loved to read!
Now this little girl lives in Minnesota where the summers are oh-so-short. Shouldn’t her little boy be enjoying what few days of summer he can? But instead she finds him flopped on the couch with his nose in a book.
“Go out to play!” she says.
Her little boy sighs and goes, but he sneaks a book out and the little, grown up girl looks out her kitchen window and sees this:
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