“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
Because I love fairytales.
And because every child should grow up with all the possibilities blooming in their heads.
Every garden hiding a colony of fairies and elves.
Every forest home to talking beasts of all shapes and sizes and colors.
Every cloud an out of reach cotton candy.
Every star in the night sky twinkling with a million stories.
And every child should grow up to know that even when life makes a bitter cynic out of them, there's always a place they can go.
A place where love starts with a kiss and ends with a walk into the sunset.
A place where friends would go with you to the edge of the world and back.
A place where there is a pot of gold waiting at the end of the rainbow, both ends.
A place where the grass tickles your toes and the sun shines.
A place where they know there is always a happy ending.
And it's not too far off.
And also, because I know I'll introduce my children to Harry Potter and Percy Jackson like they're my dearest and oldest friends.
And the first doctor they'll know is one who will show them the rhythm and music in written words and make them fall in love with the art of rhyming.
And they will hide in every closet until they find the entrance to Narnia and run their fingers through Aslan's golden mane.