The Fun of Homeschooling

"Ma?" said Grace.  "Where is the light for your kindle?"  "What do you need my light for?" I asked.  "I'd like to do my reading now and I'm planning to read somewhere a little bit dark," was her reply.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."
Grace does her daily hour of reading in her own little Hobbit-hole at the bottom of the basement steps, as she reads...The Hobbit.