Last night, I was lying down with my daughter reading her the latest chapter in a book that we are gradually making our way through.
She would look at the words on the page and then turn her head and watch my mouth as I read out loud.
As I always do during these moments, I try to imagine what is going on in her almost five-year-old brain, figuring that she is recording this moment in her memory as I am, so that she can reflect on it when she's older and remember fondly some of the things we did together, or remember that it was during our nightly "book time" that she developed her lifelong love of reading.
She continued this for a while...she'd look at the book, then at me, then at the book, then back at me...
Then she silently lifted the two ends of the drawstring on the hoodie I was wearing, stuck one in each of my nostrils, and turned back and faced the book, ready for me to continue the story.