Watch Children

Kyle is a reader now. He reads and reads and reads. We are at a point where he reads signs on buildings. If my wife runs into the store and we are sitting in the car, Kyle will read everything that he sees. If it is a word that he does not know, he will sound it out just like the guy from Sesame Street does. Pre scrip tion. Prescrip tion. Prescription. It’s cute. He has to read every street sign that we pass. “Dad, slow down, I want to read that sign.” So I slow down so he can read it. I find this to be cute as well. I don’t think the 10 cars lined up behind me find it so cute, but my boy is reading, so they can wait.

Last night driving home from my birthday dinner, we pull into the development, and Kyle wants to read a sign. I pause at the sign for him to get a look. He goes through the sounding it out thing, and reads it. Watch Children the sign read. Watch Children. Luke says, “ We need one of those signs at our house.” My wife and I look at each other, and Vicki says, “Why do we need one of those Luke?” “Well, you guys never watch us. The sign says watch children, and you guys always send us down the basement to play. You’re not watching us when we are down there by ourselves. How about when you send us out back to play on the swing set? Who’s watching us then?” We laugh a little and then Vic explains that we are always watching, and we know that they are safe. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Was Luke’s response. Anyway, I won’t be stopping for Kyle to read any more signs.