The kid is "reading" out loud a book to himself. It makes me smile, and I have to confess that I have a tear of happiness in the corner of my eye when I watch him doing that. He likes books. I am looking forward to those days when I can start reading "real" books to him.
Though I always thought I would never be a mother to anyone, I bought kid's books. (My subconscious seemed to know better). Now I have a nice collection waiting for us when we return to Europe. Vimme will be old enough to listen to Astrid Lindgren's and Tove Jansson's books.
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