Children are amazing.
Pookah picked out this book about a month ago when we went to Marshall’s. (Excellent selection of cheap children’s books by the way).
He loves this book, and C-Dub or I read it to him EVERY day at least twice a day.
It was nap time when I snapped this photo. I told him to go get a book (knowing which one he would choose) and as I was snapping this picture, I was amazed at what was coming out of his mouth.
He knew the words.
He’s not reading (if he was, we would be somewhere dancing and plotting his full scholarship ride to Harvard. Wait..I’m plotting his full scholarship way to Harvard anyway).
But he knows what happens on every page. Enough to tell ME the story!
It was so sweet, so cute, and of course, I swear my child is soooo smart. 🙂
But it reinforced to me the thought that reading those bedtimes have a big impact on children. My cousin who has a child around Pookah’s age has always laughed at me for reading to him since he was a baby. Why? She would ask? He doesn’t get it. Why bother?
At which time I went off on her because this is one of the reasons why her child doesn’t speak as well as Pookah and why a lot of children out there( including her older kids) can’t read at grade level, and spend more time on their butts watching stupid ass Sponge Bob and playing video games because you can’t take the time away from your Facebook page or your baby daddy #3 to spend 10 minutes READING to your child!
But I digress…..
Back to Pookah. He does get it. He understands. I see it every time I read to him and he knows what’s coming next. When its the first time reading a book and he constantly asks “what’s that?, what’s that?” And I’m patient with him, even though I want to rush through so he will go to sleep. Because it’s important. Because he’s getting it.
And so I will keep reading to him. Because that’s what we do around here.