As much as it may be tiring to read the same books over and over (and over... and over ...) again, I love that L has inherited our love of books. It's no wonder, really, seeing as we were both early readers and are still bookworms to this day. But still, I love having him curled up in my lap, telling me what's on each page, or having me read him the story contained within. He points out letters, numbers, animals, and random objects, and sometimes completes our sentences as we read to him. The library is one of his very favorite places to go, and books are definitely his favorite plaything.

I spent a good chunk of this morning reading him books while O was making phone calls. And when we returned from errands this afternoon, his first request was "read please."

Even when I'm beat and want to just flump and be left alone, I can't help but to smile at how much he loves to read. :)


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