I'm still chuckling. How many times do we bookworms get so distracted by our reading that housework goes undone, kids get ignored, and work falls by the wayside? I think my daughter knows what she's talking about: If we carted all the books out of our houses, we'd have so much time for other things. But, where's the fun in that? Who wants to scrub toilets when adventure awaits inside a book? I'm tempted to let her lounge on her unmade bed and read all day, but that's how she got herself into this (literal) mess in the first place. What's the bookworm mom of a bookworm child to do? I'm sure there's a book on the subject out there somewhere ...