Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Not All Like His Dad

This past weekend at my sister's wedding I was telling my sixth-grade teacher that William is "talking a mile a minute!"

He replied, "I wonder where he gets that from!" Notice there's no question mark after that statement.

Then, last night I realized he's even more like me than I thought. I was taking the little guy up to bed and we made our nightly stop in mommy's room to snuggle on the rocking chair and read some books. He's getting to the age where he asks for specific books now and I love it!

I know it's on a lot of people's favorites but I really do love to read. It's something that came to me naturally since I was very little. I remember sitting on my mom's bed while she was getting ready and I would read aloud to her The Cat in the Hat and Green Eggs and Ham. Those were the first books I could read cover to cover without help.

So you can imagine how much joy it brings me when my own son has found a love of reading.

As we wandered upstairs last night he was chanting, "Duckie? Duckie? Duckie?"

Which means he wants to read Dwadle Duckling.

When the book was finished and he was satisified with counting all the little "duckies" there were to count, I announce it was time for bed.

He protested, "No, mama mama!"

He wasn't crying out my name. He was requesting another book called Llama Llama Red Pajama.

And because I know my son so well and how much he loves his bed (no sarcasm here, I'm being serious) I knew he wasn't trying to delay sleepy time. He truly wanted to read one more book.

So I obliged. Probably because that's exactly how I am. My eyes could be just slits away from being closed but still I urge myself, "Just one more chapter."

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