A Budding Bookworm?

MacDad and I are avid readers. Or, at least I used to be.

We introduced MacBaby to books days after he came home from the hospital. Now, he loves them. Banging on them, that is.

MacDad has been reading The Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain. Every night, MacBaby grabs the book and tries to beat up Mark Twain.

We try to read Goodnight Moon, which, from adult perspective, is a very strange book, but that's for another post. Instead of listening to the story, MacBaby pounds on the kittens with mittens.

Instead of realizing that MacBaby is at the stage where he likes to bang on everything -- my head included -- I have decided that MacBaby has inherited our love of books.

He also loves to watch MacDad make us dinner, therefore he will be a talented chef. He likes to play with his stuffed whale, therefore he will be a marine biologist. He loves his music class, therefore he will someday shred a mean guitar. He'll sit and watch a baseball game, therefore he will one day win a Golden Glove.

It will be interesting to see, which, if any, of these predictions will come true. In the meantime, it's fun to watch him create his own path in the world. I never knew that, even at seven months, he'd be on his way.