Nothing Like a Good Book

Today, or at least this morning, was a little rough. I won't go into details; suffice it to say that I dealt with three pairs of poopy underwear before lunchtime. So naturally it was a relief when Zach came home and we could mutually shepherd our son through dinner. :) (Don't stir your rice so hard that it falls off your plate, no, you don't need salad dressing on your rice, don't lay down on your plate, etc.) We excused him from the table a bit early so we could enjoy the rest of our meal in relative peace. And then we heard his little voice coming from the living room as he "read" The Very Hungry Caterpillar to himself. Page by page, so accurate. ("one slice cheese, one cupcake...") It brought such a smile to our faces. Kind of redeemed the day's challenges.