What can I say? He’s cute.

Tonight at bedtime, Noah and I read 2 books. First, Punk Farm on Tour, and then I’m a Big Brother. Which he calls “The Max Book” for no reason we can discern — the narrator of that book is never named. Except that Noah points at him and says, “Max!”

While I organized the toys and drink into his bed, Noah stood quietly and read from one of his other favorites, My First Words. It’s a picture book with themed pages. While I arranged trains, Noah quietly murmured, “toast. more toast. peanut butter toast. juice. apple. banana.” Think he was on the food page?

We love listening to him “read” and narrate stories between his trains.