…and all that.
Last night Mary was having a hard time sleeping, because she has a cough.
Twice–when Conor went in to say good night and when I got her up this morning (although not when I took her medicine in the middle of the night), she was asleep on the floor under the nightlight, book open in front of her.
I asked her just now, “Were you reading your book under the nightlight?”
She grinned and said, “Yes!”
I said, “You know, I used to do that when I was little and Grandma Cal used to tell me to stop.”
She said (scandalized)–“Why?!”
I said, “Because I needed to get my sleep, that’s why! But sometimes you need the book to get sleepy, huh?”
She said, “Reading is GOOD for your brain!”
I agreed. Then I said, “You do need to get to sleep at bedtime, though, too.”
She said, “That’s why I do it, to help my BRAIN! That’s why I’m so smart.” And then she settled in with her copy of “The One and Only Shrek” for naptime. Clearly, she has won this argument. (Also, clearly, I am not going to be able to make this argument, since I cannot go to sleep without a book to save my life.)
p.s. Can I just tell you how cool it is that she is learning to read? Just a little bit, so far, but she’s so close to the breakthrough. I can feel it.