I think my nine-year-old son has an obsession with pillows. He insisted on having a huge pile of them stacked up around him before he started reading his book.
"Bubba," I said. "There's no way you're going to be able to read with all those pillows practically covering up your head!"
"I can read, Mama," he assured me.
I looked at the kid. I could barely see him, and I wasn't convinced that he was actually reading in there. "Bubba, please read out loud so I know you're doing what you're supposed to be doing."
He started reading. It seemed he actually was reading the words on the pages. Fifteen minutes later, he was done. He dug himself out of the pillow pile and plopped the book on the table.
"Was it really necessary to make a pillow fort like that?" I asked.
"Yeah, you never know when one of the monsters might jump out of the book and come looking for you!"