This afternoon, I caught my kids in a rare moment of quiet respite. Positive they were either up to something they shouldn't, I snuck in for a looksee. To my utter delight, my three-year old son was 'reading' to my 19-month old daughter.
One of his newer books, A Big Bed For Jed by Laurie Friedman was an instant hit and one we read at least once a day. To say that my son knows the storyline by heart is an understatement. With all the conviction a three-year old could muster, he ad libbed each page, but stayed true to the story. My daughter obediently took in every word and seemed to enjoy her big brother doting on her. I couldn't be more proud.