The Power of “Smelly” Books

This morning I taught my son that the smell that arises when you open an old book is what magic smells like. I was rapidly getting ready to get out the door to work, when Dylan asked “what’s this mommy?” I turned to see that he was pointing to my small package from thriftbooks.com.  “Oh those are mommy’s treasures!” I replied. “Treasures?” he asked.  I went to the package and slowly slid the…