Reading to Claire is a lot of fun. We’ve a number of baby sized baby books that one would normally read to a baby. She’s quite good with those. You know, turning the pages herself and so forth. Not so much with the actual reading. Which is okay. Because she’s only barely one. In a few months or so I might elevate that to issue-of-note.
Tonight, the reading went quite well. For the first four or five pages. Then Claire’s fascination with a big kid’s picture book took over and we spent a not unreasonable amount of time opening and closing the cover to the book. None the less, I declare it to have been a smashing success. Quite literally. Because CLAIRE SMASH! But, disaster was averted with a spanish tribute to the color rojo on her drum toy and a one minute dance party.