Once Upon a Time

 Once upon a time there was an absolutely adorable child named MLS (yes, he realizes his initials also stand for Major League Soccer; please, no teasing).  He loved to read books, but his parents seemed to think they were the ones reading the books to him.  One day, he grew weary of the charade of pretending he couldn't read for himself, so he secretly went in search of a book.  What luck!  His mommy had left one on the floor near his playmat!  He had to act fast; mommy was almost done cooking lunch in the kitchen!  He swiftly rolled onto his belly, and began kicking his legs and flailing his arms with all his might, in an attempt to

reach the book.

But alas, try as he might, the book remained just out of reach.  He wanted to scream, but he knew that would bring mommy running in.  Instead, he channeled all the energy of a scream into one final giant back-kick, and the next thing he knew, the book was in his hand!                                                                      

He didn't have much time left!  Like lightening he whirled onto his back and held the book aloft in triumph.  But then, just as he was about to open the cover and begin reading, he heard his mommy coming.  Thinking fast, he lowered the book and commenced staring at it mindlessly, so mommy would never suspect him of a covert reading attempt.  "Ok mommy," he said to himself, "You won the battle, but you won't always be around....you have to cook dinner tonight."  Will MLS succeed in his attempts to read a book for himself?  Find out next month in "Once Upon a Time - The Sequel."