He's kind of obsessed. He loves numbers, letters, and words-- and always has.
My last trip to the library I scored some new 1st reader books. These are the Dick and Jane-esque books which repeat words over and over in short sentences, until they have been branded into your undoubtedly brilliant child's head.
He is also really into the "Little Mr." books by Roger Hargreaves. Mr. Good is the current favorite, which I'm really happy about because that Little Miss Naughty was a total freakshow, and encouraging some not so desirable behavior, we won't go into that now.
Every night we read two books, it seems like if we go beyond that we miss our "window of opportunity" and bedtime quickly turns into complete chaos. So this is our nightly routine:
- He reads me one of his "first reader" books.
- I read him a book.
- We make a final trip to the potty. Oh yeah baby, he sleeps in underwear-- jealous?
- He goes to sleep, usually without much hassle.
FYI, there is a theory behind the order of events in which bedtime is executed. I let him read to me first so during the second book he can be quiet, relax, and just listen-- I consider it his "winding down" time.
But the other night he really, really, really, really (his words not mine) wanted me read him Little Mr. Good first, then he'd read to me second. Now I don't want to be the BookNazi, but I know how excited he gets when he reads and I really wasn't in the mood to risk jeopardizing the calmness we had been enjoying... so I said no.
And then he responded with-(ok, here comes the genius part)-- "Well Mommy, I have an idea. Why don't you read me half of Little Mr. Good, then I'll read my book, then you can read me the second half of Little Mr. Good?"
I was like... did you really just say that? My little future Diplomat. My little future executive. My little future hostage negotiator.
Seriously, I want to eat this child-- he is so delicious.
You know you wanna bite him.