Blankets heaped, legs creating a pinwheel of sorts, toes wiggling as we all snuggle. "Mom, start reading Alice in Wonderland!" Sam insists, as he licks his ice cream, both kids with breakfast-in-bed trays over their laps, napkins piled almost as high as the blankets. As I'm about to begin reading, I can't resist beckoning my husband to run and get the camera to capture this moment. Even the dog has decided to get in on the action. I start again, stopping here and there to interject the meaning of what I guess will be new vocabulary, "languid" and "contemptuously." But I'm encouraged by the fact that before I could begin to explain what it meant by Alice feeling contradicted by the Caterpillar, Elisabeth asks, "What does contradicted mean?" And we talk about this crazy character The Caterpillar. Why is he so crazy? As we pass the worn "Classic to Grow On," one of a series that my husband read as a child, I feel I'm passing on a legacy to my kids. Elisabeth reaches for the book again, I gently pass her the opened book, feeling the coarse yellowed pages brush my fingertips, she intently scans the picture and a little giggle passes her lips as she smirks to herself. Soon, I notice she's sinking deeper and deeper into her cocoon of blankets and eyes drooping. I hesitate to stop. Sam's still with me, but I want all of us to drink in this fantastical tale. I poke just the bit of tummy peeking out from her shirt and show her another picture. With a languid sleepy look, she swings her head toward the picture, smiles again and puts her head back down. I wanted to finish the chapter, but I knew it was time, so I finished the sentence, "You'll see me there," said the Cat, and he vanished. The Cat is the only character I really remember from Alice in Wonderland. I don't think I ever actually read the story. I just saw the movie. Yes, I'm passing on a legacy on to my kids, a legacy of stories, books, rich language and dialogue and most importantly - family.