The inspiration for this blog comes from a phone call I received earlier this week. Generally, in child-proofing, it's safe to leave books with no pictures within reach, so having a three year old reading fluently presents totally novel challenges. I think that the phone call fairly represents these challenges.
My son, who will turn four in three months, was staying home with my mom for the day. I was sitting at work when my cell phone rang:
Me: Hello?
Anthony: Hi mom. May I read David Sedaris while I sing "Where oh where is my friend Griffin?"
Me: No, sweetie, I don't think that you should read David Sedaris. That is a grown-up book.
Anthony: But I am a grown-up, I am Miss Nicole [his teacher, and one of his many alter-egos].
