Reading

I recently remembered something that happened months and months ago that I wanted to make a note of here. I put Benjy in the car, and he saw a book on the seat next to him that we hadn't read together for ages. He asked me to read it to him, but of course I was driving, so I told him he could read it himself until he got there - a reasonable suggestion, I thought, as I'd often find him sitting reading his books. He burst into tears and said 'I don't remember the words!'. I felt so sorry for him that I immediately pulled over and read it to him - but I thought it was quite an eye opener into his world, and the realisation that when he sits quietly looking at a book, he must know the words because we've read them so often, and be 'reading' them to himself. So sweet!