There’s a game for all the iThings called Temple Run. From what I understand, it’s easier to play it on the iPad than the iPhone and there are different runners you can “earn” or “collect” or something in order to do the runs. At Christmas, the boy and Mr M were trying to get Santa. We’ve had Usain Bolt for a while.

There are three different versions of Temple Run. Of course. The original one – Temple Run, Temple Run Brave – based on the Disney movie, and Temple Run Oz – as in The Wizard of.

The boy has become obsessed with Temple Run Oz over the past few weeks. It does have really cool graphics and it sort of tells the story. Sort of. He hasn’t seen the movie yet. He finds stuff scary with Mulan and How to Train Your Dragon and Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. He’s not watching The Wizard of Oz.

So this morning he started reading a book and he’d already gotten to chapter two when I asked him what book he was reading. He said he didn’t want to tell me because it was too girly. Oh, no. Not in this house. In this house, we love books. Period. They will never be too girly or too young or too whatever. You like reading it? Good. I explained to him that I write romance books and that some people might say those are too girly, but Daddy reads mine as well as some of my friends’ books. The boy: So he doesn’t believe those people who say they’re too girly. (Not a question.) Me: Nope.

Turns out, he’d found the book, The Wizard of Oz. I homeschool him and it was one of the “parents can read it aloud to their children because it’ll be too hard for the children to read on their own” books. Um…yeah.

So he started reading it:

And he’s only been reading it for like an hour and a half and he’s already halfway through. He’s obviously got his daddy’s speed reading skills. (I read slowly. Very slowly. This makes me good at proofreading, but it would take me all day to get through this book.)