I've written before about my older son's struggles learning to read, so watching him with his nose in a book by choice never ceases to warm my heart. My younger guy learned to read in a snap, and though he isn't as voracious about it as his brother, he loves it enough for me.
Either way, the fact that I rarely have to beg or prod them to pull out something to read is a huge relief. This morning, I found my little guy's summer reading log on his night stand, and I almost died. People--it was filled out and up to date. He did it. On his OWN. I can't even.
Speaking of summer reading, I started this one yesterday:
Readers who read and re-read Archie and Jughead's Double Digest on the beach without their mom nagging. ;)