Diesel, Choo-choo, and I were on our way home from our third mini vacation/day trip to a museum we wanted to visit during the abruptly shortened first one. Choo-choo was looking at one of his books. My husband and I asked him to read the story to us.
Choo-choo talked on and on as we smiled and enjoyed listening to him. Then we told him that he was doing a great job reading.
“I can’t read words,” his simple reply.
We laughed at how adorable this was, but there was also a lot of truth in it. He was just describing what he saw and making up the story as he went along.
I think it is a great example of parenting and maybe life in general. We are mostly just making it up as we go. We do what we know and what we’ve learned, we acknowledge what we see, and find our way through the rest somehow.