want to read a book?

The other morning my husband was letting me sleep in. But all the kids were up, thus making noise, so I was really more thinking about getting up, while lying in my warm bed.

"Hey Buddy, wanna read a book?" I hear Babs offer to the Boy. I have never heard her say this to him before. Then I hear their little feet pad off somewhere. This gets me out of my bed.

I find them sitting on the big chair in his room, looking at his current favorite book. (I'm pretty sure she had to help him up.) She is "reading" it just like I do, commenting on the pictures, and making animal noises, with a few tractors thrown in. He is in heaven.

And I'm pretty happy too, because this is one of those glimpses that show me she's going to be just fine.