Last year, I wrote a Valentine's post about being reunited with a book I love. As someone who doesn't like to make a huge deal of Valentine's Day, I thought this would be a fun, simple tradition.
Lately, I've been feeling a lot of nostalgia for this little gem. I remember first reading it as a class in first grade and the rhythm has stayed with me ever since. I often find myself chanting, "eating once, eating twice, eating chicken soup with rice." Like the book, I often insert my own participle.
My favorite month, you ask. November because a whale spouts chicken soup with rice. I'm so predictable.
Reading chicken soup
21 hours ago