Callum's been a reading fiend lately. It started with Pippi Longstocking over the weekend, and he's been plowing through Judy Blume all week. He's always been a reader, but sometimes (as with all of us, I suppose) he blows hot and cold. Right now, he's hot, hot, hot. That means that even as I'm yelling at him to put down his book and eat his breakfast, finish his homework, brush his teeth, turn out the light, set the table, get ready for practice, feed the dogs...I'm happy, happy, happy.