Being a big-time book nerd (I think I was one of about 4 pathetic dorks that actually liked – treasured, really – the “sustained silent reading” period we had in high school), I have high hopes that Ry Ry will be a reader himself. I pine for the day my dear little lad insists on reading during dinner or gets in trouble for reading instead of paying attention in class.
In an effort to ensure this becomes a reality, I make sure to read to him every night before bed. I know he doesn’t know what the heck I’m saying, but successful indoctrination must start early and I am determined to have a reading buddy!
When I decided to start my nightly reading program a few months ago, TFW ordered up a bunch of baby books from Ebay. Now, I didn’t actually see the listing for the lot he bid on, but judging by the books I’ve been reading to Bubba every night, Daddy bought the Schizophrenic Baby collection. The fact that the baby doesn’t understand what I’m reading to him is actually a good thing, because most of these books are straight up crazy.