Reading Mail

Today I told mom "sit down read book" and pointed at the couch next to me with my bird book in hand. She said "sit down read book please" so I repeated that back to her. Sort of. That's a long sentence to remember, and my longest ever that mom understood.

I like to read more than almost anything else. Mostly I like to read books, and mostly with mom or dad. But I have fun reading by myself in my big brown chair too. I set down my stool and climb up and read.

I also like to read the mail. I take mom out to get the mail after I hear the mailman open the box. I open it and pull out the mail and give it to mom, and then I close it again. Mom looks at what's there, and I want to know if there's anything for me. "Mail for Simon" I say. "Read."

Today she handed me a few things, and one of them was from the National Wildlife Federation (I asked). It had fun animals all over it. "Ribbit. Bird."

I also don't really like to wear clothes lately. If I want to wear them, I'll pick them out for myself, but today I really just wanted to hang out in my diaper. Mom forced me into clothes though; I was mad at her for a little while.