He brings this book to me every day...many, many times. Yesterday he woke up half an hour earlier than usual. He lugged the book up and plopped it next to me while I was crocheting. "Wead dis, Mama. Wead it now." I cringed and really didn't want to read it to him because sometimes I just want a few more minutes for me. And, sometimes, in the morning I don't feel like figuring out how to pronounce words I've never laid eyes on before....like Greater Malay Chevrotain...I mean, really, they lost me at greater.
So, yesterday, in an effort to keep crocheting, I said, "Bear, why don't you read it to mama?" To my relief he consented, opened the book, and started talking. "Dis is a rhinoceros beetle." (Which he says perfectly despite his general mispronunciation of r's.) "De hyenas need to be nice to dat antelope." (re: a picture of hyenas eating an antelope) "Dese are marsupials." On and on. Stopping at a few to ask me about them. What he knew surprised me, and I was reminded how quickly and easily these little ones learn...without forcing or cajoling...just with interest, curiosity, and a whole lot of answered questions.
So, yesterday, in an effort to keep crocheting, I said, "Bear, why don't you read it to mama?" To my relief he consented, opened the book, and started talking. "Dis is a rhinoceros beetle." (Which he says perfectly despite his general mispronunciation of r's.) "De hyenas need to be nice to dat antelope." (re: a picture of hyenas eating an antelope) "Dese are marsupials." On and on. Stopping at a few to ask me about them. What he knew surprised me, and I was reminded how quickly and easily these little ones learn...without forcing or cajoling...just with interest, curiosity, and a whole lot of answered questions.