There are mornings when my son refuses to come out of his crib until he’s had a chance to read a book.
Oftentimes, he’s grunting, pointing at a book in his basket or on the shelf. He’ll flip through it once or twice, pointing and delighting at the pictures, and when he’s finally done, he stands up and lets me know that he’s ready to start the day.
I hope he never changes. Never ever.