I'm sitting playing a computer game while dinner cooks, and listening to L read to herself. She's sitting on her bed, paging through books we've read to her, narrating the stories, identifying animals when she knows them, and even making the right noise from time to time. We can always tell when she's reading her Thomas book, from the exclamations of "Thoma'" and "Moo! Moo!" (there's a cow on the tracks at one point that Thomas must wait for).
I dearly hope that she retains her sweet, intelligent charm as she grows older.
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That sounds so adorable! Before I learned how to read (I didn't learn before I started school, I didn't see the point... people were reading to me), I looked at pictures and made up my own stories. My favorite was one of the pictures in my friend's illustrated Bible. It showed Jesus standing at the prow of a boat, calming the lake while the disciples cowered in fear. In my version, he'd done something to tick them off, and one of them was about to push him into the water. I guess you could call it theology, mafia-style.
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