Maia loves to be read to. It’s not uncommon for her to take a book in both hands, run over to me, and plop her butt in my lap, all the while babbling. She particularly likes turning the pages for me — sometimes before I’m ready for them to be turned! And although I adore reading to her, I like it even better when she brings the books to her daddy. There is something that melts my heart about the two of them with their heads bent, focused on the pages of a board book, Chris raising his voice to princess-ly levels, growling with the ferocity of a dragon, and then adopting a nasally tone for the bum of a prince.
Sometimes, however, when Maia brings us books, she has something more devious in mind than using us. She settles down into my lap, talks to me in her wordless way about it, then as soon as I start reading she stands up, grabs the coffee table, and hauls herself up onto it. Now, I know I shouldn’t let my daughter climb on tables, but the way she casts a triumphant grin at me over her shoulder is kinda charming, and she’s pretty damned proud of herself. And she is apparently part monkey, because you would not believe how fast she climbs up there. I guarantee it’s faster than you read that sentence.
She’s a mischievous one, my Maia.
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What a silly girl!! It sounds so cute.
She is sounding more like you every day! Wait until you walk into her room at night to check on her, and she is sleeping in the middle of a ring of books..as if they make some protective barrier!