From a conversation tonight:

Daughter: “I’m reading Madeline, but I keep messing it up because I’m reading it my head. I keep reading, In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines / Lived two little girls and twelve straight lines.”

Me: “What do you mean, reading it in my head? Do you actually have the book, or are you just remembering it?”

Daughter: “I have the book, and I’m reading it with my eyes, but I’m not reading it out loud.”

[To the tune of Michael Riesman: Philip Glass Ensemble, “Mosque & Temple,” from the album Glass: Powaqqatsi (a 2-star song, imo).]