I know that someday, I’ll miss picking up all of these books after him. I know that. But I can’t help but be the teensy-tiniest bit annoyed when I see that he’s gotten half the books off the shelf again. He does this multiple times a day some days.
But he really, really likes books. He likes to be read to, and he likes to look through books on his own, and I love that more than I can possibly articulate. He actually made this mess while I was reading the bigger boys a bedtime story that was over his head. He sat there for 20 minutes, talking to himself and sometimes to us about what he saw on the pages, and it was adorable.