But this week something finally clicked. Maybe he turned the corner in his skills and was able to read books that are more interesting to him...maybe he just had that epiphany that I've been waiting for him to have...
He's finally getting that concept of becoming lost in a book, of looking forward to time when it's quiet and he can sit down and become engrossed in a story.
He's reading some Star Wars book, which, you know, isn't my first choice for reading, but if he loves it and doesn't want to turn out the light at night...so be it.
He's going to kill me for writing this later on...but tonight he was sitting on the toilet for a *long* stop, and I knocked on the door and told him that next time he should bring a book in there to read. He was completely aghast at the idea, until I told him that he comes from a long line of men who routinely read in the bathroom. He thought that was both hilarious and intriguing. I'm betting that tomorrow I will see some Star Wars related reading material next to the potty.