Last year, all year, M and I collected children's books. We picked them up on the cheap at garage sales, combed through thrift shop selections on discount days. We hoarded classics: Milne, Potter, Dahl, White, L'Engle, Twain...
Admission: we were a bit apprehensive. Giving books to kids expecting candy: cruel trick? Or sweet treat? But, overwhelmingly, the kids were as excited as we were, from little ones wanting to sit down and read, right then and there, to handfuls of neighborhood kids climbing over each other to get up our porch steps first. It was madness. It was worth it. We're doing it again.
Best line all night:
"Daddy! Did you know? Harry Potter is a book, too!"