I turned some relaxing Jazz music on last night and not thinking that Faith would settle down for the evening she put down her leggos that she was making swords with and picked up her gigantic fairy tale book. As I settled in with Champ for the evening in the rocking chair to feed him, she cuddled up on the couch with her book. As 10 and 15 minutes passed she was still content looking at her book page by page studying each picture that she encountered. When I finally put Champ to his bed and joined her she had intently looked at 355 pages of her book. Page by page, picture by picture until I asked her if she would like me to read to her. Did this love of hers come from us reading to her since she was little or was she just born with it? I don't like reading grown up books but give me a child's book and I am all set.
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