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Left or Right?

“Meanings is not important,"said the BFG. "I cannot be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right.” 

I am not a night person.

My daughter does not really like being read to.

Combined, this means I rarely have the energy to read to her and she reluctantly listens when I do dig deep and find some energy.

We have found a solution.

She has started reading to me.

"Take a bite and I am positive you will be shouting out oh how scrumdiddlyumptious this wonderveg is!” 


The BFG by Roald Dahl is a book I have never read before and it is rather exhausting.  His brilliant bending of every word he touches requires concentration. My daughter speculated that he did not use autocorrect.  Explaining to her that autocorrect was not invented when he wrote it was really difficult.

She has got the stretch left in her brain to accomodate these inventions, I adore falling asleep to these verbal contortions.

"Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you.” 

The RED print was her suggestion.

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