I was sick yesterday. Nothing contagious, just a stomach thing, but it was enough to make me skip half a day of work, which really doesn’t happen. Last night around 9 PM I was sitting on the end of the couch, watching TV, but not really paying attention to it, debating going to bed as the 3 naps I had didn’t seem to be enough to make me not tired.
Logan came walking around the corner and said “Daddy, I’m going to read you this book.” I said OK and he hopped right up and snuggled next to me, opened up this book about Pete the Cat’s Mom (Mrs. Cat) being a substitute teacher for a day and he read me the book.
Like he actually read it. He read the words. In order. He has been occasionally reading words on the TV screen when we he or I have been gaming, but while impressive I assumed he had heard me say them a time or two when they were on the screen. Last year in kindergarten they were learning letters and words like “cat” and “kite” and all that, but he read me a book.
I was, and still am, flabbergasted. When did he start reading? He very rarely lets me read to him. Talking to Katie when we were out over lunch today, he read the book to her while she was working late last night and she told him to come read it to me too. She was just as shocked as I was/am.
Sure, he stumbled a bit over “boing” and “substitute,” but he was trying to sound them out and got pretty damn close.
HE READ ME A BOOK.
I’ve typed that multiple times these last few paragraphs and I still am having a hard time believing it. I took a picture because I couldn’t believe it while it was happening. I am by no means an expert on elementary education, but he is gonna be in kindergarten this year. I wasn’t expecting this for a while.
He got done, I told what a great job he did and then he went off to bed, book and Paw Patrol blankie in tow. When I went to bed a short while later, he was already asleep, completely unaware he just rocked my world.
Kids, man. They are amazing.