October 29, 2008

Christian and I were reading at the dinner table tonight (it was just the two of us, plus Eliana in her high chair).  He brought over his book from the library; they go first thing Wednesday morning and check out a book to take home through the weekend.  It was an Eric Carle book,

and at first he had it in front of himself on the table.  He said,"I'll have to sit in your lap to read it, though, because look..." and he opened the book and it snapped shut; he opened it again and it snapped shut.  I thought he was being dramatic, which is not uncommon, and trying to tell me that he couldn't open it because of another stack of books to the other side of where he was (we have books all over the place, all the time).  So I off-handedly said,"That must be a new book," because it wouldn't stay open.  He looks at me with very bright eyes, and says,"It is a new book!" and held it up to me:

I burst out laughing, because there it was, and maybe you had to be there, but it was REALLY funny the way he said,"It is a new book."  A brand new book is always so nice.