"'...It was a bright, secret, quiet place, and rather sad; and all four stepped out into the middle of it, glad to be able to straighten their backs and move their limbs freely.'" I closed the book, and looked up. "Nicole, that's the end of chapter one; do you want to read chapter two?"
"Sure", she says, as she grabs C.S. Lewis' Prince Caspian from my hands. It's summer time, and that means it's Narnia time. Our goal is to finish the entire series before the summer closes. We are sitting outside on our porch; the sun is shining, a rarity in Washington. Nevertheless, it's still chilly enough to drink our delicious mugs of homemade hot cocoa as we read to each other.
"OK, chapter two. 'The Ancient Treasure House' Oooh."
I roll my eyes. "Keep reading, Colie".
She smiles, and continues. "''This wasn't a garden,' said Susan presently. 'It was a castle and this must have been the courtyard.''" Colie read in a deep Southern accent.
"Colie! They are from England! They aren't southern!" I laughed as I spoke.
"Hahaha, oh yeah, that's right", Colie said with a laugh.
Thank you, Lord, for a hilarious time with the southern children from Narnia.
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