Pumping on the Job

Miles has discovered the art of repetition. This weekend I read the book Tails at least a million times. I have to admit that it is really cute to see him so interested. He shuffles through the other books (actually he throws them on the floor) until he finds his beloved book. Then he has me read it over and over and over again. Being the boy genius that he is, he no longer takes the time to feel the soft, fluffy tails or touch the scaly ones. He is now obsessed with pulling and pushing the tabs to make the tails wag.

Last night we had dinner at my parents’ house because my husband was out of town. While I sat and ate my father, in such great Grandpa-like fashion, read Tails to Miles. What he thought would be a quick reading session turned into the entire meal. Granted I have learned to eat ridiculously fast but this time I took my time, chewed my food, and listened to Tails. Again. And again. And again.