I have been spending the last couple months putting my daughter to bed. About a week ago, she wasn't exactly ready, so I asked her if she wanted me to read her a book. She's only 17 months old so, it was somewhat rehtorical. We have four six-foot tall bookcases to pick from so it's no easy task. However, I decided to reach for the colorful, nonsensical Dr. Suess section. I figured she didn't really care. As soon as we sat down, I realized how wrong I was.
It seemed like everything in the stack she pushed away or threw on the floor, except one. I would read the titles aloud and when we came to "Hop on Pop" I could have sworn she said Pop. Being Pop, I immediately qualified that as her calling me by name. I began to read the story to her. Now, I can't say how much she really "understood" what I was saying, but after every page. she looked up at me and smiled. I thought it was the cutest thing. After I read it to her, I stood up and easily put her to bed. The cool part came the next day.
It was bed time again the next day and I took her upstairs. As I was getting ready to put her in bed she walked over to the stack of books I left on the floor next to her crib and picked up "Hop on Pop" looked me right in the face and said, "Pop, Pop, Pop." I was giddy. Needless to say, I read it a couple times. She absolutley loves the book. Now she will go find the book outside of bedtime, bring it to me, climb up on my lap and say, "Pop." Being "Pop" just gets cooler all the time.
Thank you, Dr. Suess.
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