It was only a few nights ago that my sweet and precious and lots of other pleasant adjectives son read his first book independently. He turned five on November 2nd. You can only imagine my excitement. The joy I felt was unparalleled. I have never been more proud. I didn't really think that illiteracy would be a problem in our household; that's not it. I (wow) am just...I say "excited" too much. I have been working with him since in-utero. But, really...we've been working on phonics since before he turned four. He read with prosity, y'all. That was the most amazing part.
Here's the book he read, Biscuit's Big Friend.
