Margaret’s not actually that big on people reading to her; we’re too slow, for one thing, and we’re wedded to this ridiculous notion of progression and order and not having our thumbs slammed in the books.
But she very much likes going off and reading by herself, at her own speed, without the pesky intervention of adults.*
This morning’s book of choice was Dr. Seuss’s Fox in Socks, which is not, despite its main characters Fox and Knox, about the Reformation.
I would also like to draw attention to her truly marvelous hair plume. She had a bath last night (following the tomato sauce incident) and it’s really doing well this morning.
Anyway, she finished,
scoped out the rest of the room,
and went to play the piano.
*Also, according to some study I’m too lazy to look up so I can link to it, playing with books at her age is just as good as actually reading them. I don’t believe it, really, and would prefer that she wanted to listen to books, but we’re doing all right now reading books I have memorized, so it doesn’t matter where she goes with them.
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