It was one of those beautiful, mothering moments when you are just so exquisitely happy and relieved that something you've tried to model and teach by example... has stuck:
My nine year old rifling through the bin of books to collect his prize for the library summer reading program-- Mom holding her breath, as she does every year waiting to veto a Goosebumps title or to simply roll her eyes at the twaddle-rific Star Wars books. (These types are always plentiful in giveaway programs.) So he finally makes his selection and brings it to me: 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea
"Nothing else looked very good," he states casually.
Mother bursts with pride... for we have no time to waste with the mediocre.