I heard someone reading a book the other night (which, there are only three of us in the house who can currently read, so I had a pretty good idea of who it was ;) and it was coming from the other room, so I walked in so I could better hear. But I didn’t see anyone.
I could hear Allan’s voice but I couldn’t see him, and it’s not like our dining room is big enough to hide a child in. Then I looked under the table to find him curled up on the rug reading his “Dick and Jane” book. How cute is that? I hope he never stops reading as he gets older. Reading was one of the things I loved most growing up and I would love for at least one of our kids to take an interest in it.
I would say Allan is on his way!