August 22, 2011

Meanwhile, a boy reads

Sometime between crazy and crazier today, before or after I could have been seen swaying in a sunbeam to Bebo Norman, while my 2-year-olds were pulling tape from the dispenser happily and I wasn't stopping them because who really cares about tape anyway, Zion learned to read. 

He sounded out this, his first sentence: "Tom jabs at Bob."

And there you have it.  There are streams in the wasteland.