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Tonight we told Timothy that we were going to go to the library to get some books for him, go to the post office to mail a letter he wrote, and go to Costco.

We began at the library where Timothy chose The Three Little Pigs, a story he's wanted for about a week now, and Poor Puppy, a sequel to Bad Kitty. Timothy was very excited to have his books and began reading The Three Little Pigs as soon as he got into the car.

We then went to the post office and, after waiting in a short line, successfully mailed the letter in the drive up mailbox.

When we were about a minute from Costco, Timothy announced that he had finished the first book and was starting the other one. We suggested that he wait since we were almost at Costco and he wouldn't be able to finish before we got there. He was too anxious, so he started reading Poor Puppy anyway. We literally had to pull him out of the car when we got to Costco.

We did our shopping and chatted briefly with Aunt Kathy and Uncle Dennis who we bumped into there. It was dark when we got back to the car, but that didn't faze Timothy; he picked up where he had left off as soon as he was belted in.

When Timothy finished Poor Puppy, he looked around and, noticing that we were headed home, said, "Aren't we going to the post office?" He had been so engrossed in his book that he hadn't even noticed our post office visit, even with the repeated stop and start as cars filed in front of the mailbox.

I'm glad to see that we have a serious reader on our hands. I guess the kid never had a chance, as both sets of his grandparents probably have stories they could tell about Marydalene or I doing similar things.
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  1. AnonymousMarch 1, 2008 at 9:44 PM

    Many is the night we checked on a probably 9 year old Jared just before we went to bed to find him sound asleep with one of the volumes of the Children's Illustrated Encyclopedias open across his face. (He read the set starting with Volume 1 (a) all the way thru about z (volume 22?).

    And Timothy's great grandparents could probably contribute stories about his grandparents.

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