We took Noah down to Pages today, where I annoyed the staff asking them about their lease. (They’re a great independent bookstore with a landlord/cost problem.) Before I bugged the staff though, we had the following conversation:
Noah: I want to get the angry skitty book.
Me: ??? What honey?
Noah: The angry book! With the skitty!
I can’t find the exact one but it was something like this:
And actually it kind of blew me away. He can read for meaning! Even if he can’t read scientist. And thinks Skitty is a word.
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