Friday, January 17, 2014

Bibliophile

Being a lover of books, a voracious reader and a fairly responsible six-year-old has earned Abby the privilege of staying up later than her younger siblings to read each night. But at 8:15 (or later some nights, depending on how quickly we fly through the bedtime routine) she knows it's time for lights out. She takes the responsibility seriously, and rarely, if ever, requires parental intervention.

So at 10:30 last night, I was more than a little surprised to see her light was still on. 

Until I walked in and realized that she was, in fact, sound asleep. There she lay, face down in the middle of a chapter on the fundamental laws of nature in her new science book, It Couldn't Just Happen, a book she picked from the shelf because she says has already read all of our other books. (And I'm confident she has.)

Her conversation this morning has been filled with explanations of how it takes energy to make the earth's ozone and how termites produce methane gas. 

I am certain I'm raising a slightly odder-than-usual six year old. And I love it.


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