Monday, October 24, 2005

I Can Read Good

Sometimes I mistake my three year old son for someone older, with a more mature sense of humor. Let’s not kid ourselves. My level of humor is just above that of a five year old, but it makes all the difference in the world.

We were sitting down to breakfast one morning this past weekend, and Sam asked me to read a book while the boys ate. Ok. I picked up the book, and in my best voice, read the first page – backwards.

Sam stared at me, silent, not eating. He slowly reached across the table, took the book from my hands, and gave it to Leah.

“You read it, Mommy.”

Oh well. It’ll be funny in a couple of years.