The boys chose two books tonight, The Spooky Old Tree and Are You My Mother? Two classics from my childhood that I actually enjoy reading.
I was ready to micromachine man my way through the books and be wrapped up in about five minutes flat. But then I witnessed a miracle.
Well maybe not a miracle, since Big E is a few months past turning five, but to me it was amazing.
He opened up Are You My Mother? and began to read. And it wasn't his prior memorization reading fake-out, because this time he was making genuine mistakes and then correcting them.
I sat back and smiled as I watched him read to Little E.
I literally almost plotzed* right there on his bed.
I'm hoping Big E inherits my love of books and dives right into all 127 Sweet Valley High books I've got gathering dust on the top shelf of my closet.
* Yiddush word meaning explode from happiness.