Let Me Read You Something ...

I was a fluent reader before I was five. I mean, I was able to read "The Highwayman" start to finish. With inflection.

The kiddo was a slower starter. She has always thought of herself as a reader, and I had to fight my own biases and not push her to be better at reading.

I'm glad I fought with myself.

Wednesday, as we cruised around the city running errands, the kiddo said, "Hey Grandma, let me read you something, okay?"

"Okay sure. What is it?"

She held up a graphic novel.

This graphic novel, to be exact. "The Rise of Scourge" by Erin Hunter.

She read to me for almost an hour in total, between stops at various places. She read so much that she need a drink to wet her throat. Different voices, quick explanation of visuals, and all the while certain of herself, and of the fact that her captive audience - me - would remain interested.

Surprisingly, I did.

However, the next time she says, "Can I read you something," I'm going to check to see what she is holding first. Heh.