It's always been my hope that my children would love to read as much as I love it. So far, I must be doing something right. My son, who is three, has always been attached to his books. He used to get mad if we took a book away (if was time to eat, leave, what have you), but was fine if we took a toy away. This morning at breakfast he and I were talking. I told him we needed to go to the store when I get off work and get milk and syrup. Our conversation went as follows:
Eli: And get books?
Me: You want to go to the library?
Me: Hmm... (finger to chin) Let me think about it.
Eli: Hmmm (finger to forehead) Let me check my thinker.
After I nearly cried from laughing it was decided if he was good at the sitter's today then we will go to the library and he can pick out some books. Smiles and excitement followed.
|Eli checking out his last batch of library books.|
|Zoe choosing a book over all the toys!|
|Even Daddy joins in!|
Even if they don't read avidly all their lives, hopefully this will lead to great things. Only time will tell. In the meantime I'm just going to enjoy every minute of it. :)