I had a similar (though perhaps less perhaps less dramatic) moment last night. I have three boys: 6, 8 and 13. We’ve always encouraged them to read, since BC my wife and I used to read as a hobby. We manage a lot less of it now. Anyway, all three of the boys read, but the middle one, Mark, doesn’t seem to enjoy it. (Actually, that reminds me of my younger brother.) Last night I was snatching 10 minutes of book time, while they were getting ready for bed. Mark finished first and he climbed into bed with me carrying a book (one of the Magic Treehouse series–if you don’t know it yet, you will.) We have a bunch of those books around and he’s never shown much interest. Before last night. Anyway, without saying anything, he just read with me for 15 minutes or so before Mom broke it up and shuffled us off to bed.

This bookworm in Fredericksburg says, “Huzzah!”