Bookworm Baby

You know that feeling when the kids are playing

together beautifully so you sneak off into the kitchen

for your 3rd cup of coffee and then as you simultaneously

unload the dishwasher, prepare lunch, and jump on the

phone to schedule some routine appointment,

you realize that the house has fallen dreadfully silent.

So you search frantically through the house with all of your

worse-case scenarios clouding your caffeine-dazed brain,

and this is what you find:

the sweetest baby sitting there,

angelically reading his board books,

planting slobbery kisses on the storybook baby animals.

And just for a moment, all is right in the world.