Last night, my husband and I found our son on the couch looking through a book. Nothing too surprising about that except for the fact that it wasn’t T’s book, it was my husband’s. And what is my husband reading about? How to write a dissertation. B. is completing his MBA and is currently working on his thesis. Anyway, so we found T. reading his book. We both chuckled. I said “Quick! Grab my camera!” Thinking the moment would last a minute before he went back to jumping off the couch into his pile of bean bag chairs, just like he does on most nights at home before bath time.
Then I realized he was actually trying to read it.
“Daddy, what does ’empower’ mean?”
And while B. grappled with that one, I – being the Mommy that I am – just kept taking pictures while he tried to figure that stuff out.
And then I get this look.
So we left him be. I guess he had some reading to do. B. went to prep dinner, I went and changed.
But then I came back to the living room to find him STILL reading. About dissertations. Completely engrossed. Just like this.