So I need to preface this story: We’ve read to Butter pretty much since the day we brought him home from the hospital. When he grew old enough to sit in our laps while we were doing so, we’d point things out to him and ask him if he could show us where things were on the page. We never told him he was wrong if he pointed to the wrong thing, we told him to try again.
Friday morning, I had to take Butter to get his stitches out. I set my alarm for about half an hour before the boys usually get up for the day so I could take a shower and dry my hair if possible. Just before I got in the shower, I heard LB start to chatter a little. Butter was kind of talking too, but he talks in his sleep and that was more what it sounded like to me.
Butter was wide awake when I got out of the shower and started to dry off. I know this because I heard him, over the baby monitor, reading Goodnight Moon to Little Bear. Imagine a sweet little voice saying, “And a quiet old lady who was whispering hush,” then asking his brother, “Where do you see a quiet old lady whispering hush on this page, Bear? That’s right! Very good, Little Bear!”
I wish I had video or pictures of it, but I knew if I went into their bedroom, he’d stop reading and Bear would start demanding, “Out!” of the crib. Instead, I sat with a silly smile on my face and sent a text to M to tell him what was going on. Then I posted it on Facebook, because I couldn’t stand not sharing the cute with the world.