I grew up, and am still, a bookworm. My
father loved to read, but I don't remember him reading to me. I also
don't remember my mother reading a book to me, but she loved to talk,
so I guess we could pretend that she read to me, haha.
I've been reading books to P since he
was a baby. He progressed from seemingly intent on listening to
grabbing the book and trying to destroy it. He's not a big talker but
he likes singing nursery rhymes. Sometimes he sings even while still
half-asleep. Just recently, he has started handing me a book he wants
me to read. I've also discovered that he knows some of the words, as
I've been reading the same books to him for two years now, hehe, I
really really really hope he grows up to be a bookworm, even if his
love for basketball and running around is really strong. :)
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