It's pretty fucking awesome when a kid who can't concentrate on hardly anything, doesn't seem too interested in much, and gets in trouble a lot, can't stop asking me about the book I'm reading.
It's Harry Potter. He's in first grade and saw the cover when we were working on sentences. He asked how the boy on the front got the scar on his forehead. I said it was from a man who tried to kill him when he was a baby. A man who talks to snakes. And that he grew up being bullied by his cousin and aunt and uncle.
Tomorrow, I'll ask his teacher if it'd be cool for me to read it to him for a bit. He just kept asking question after question about it.
It got me so stoked.
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