Angus is gradually learning to love books. At first, he would look at one or two brightly colored pictures in a picture book. Then he started clumsily turning pages of the board books, and grabbing their spines. Finally, he has started to like rhymes.
A few days ago, I tried reading Yertle the Turtle to Angus. I've tried Dr. Seuss before, but the other attempts all began with mild toleration and ended with wriggling, grunting discontent. But this time, he smiled, he laughed, he looked amazed and fixated. It was so exciting. I love reading, and so does my husband. It was amazing to see Angus taking real joy in the written word for the first time. The joy was real, even if Angus only made it through half the story before he became both overloaded and bored. (How is that even possible?)
Now, I'm on the hunt for stories and tales with rhyme and rhythm. I got my hands on an anthology of nursery rhymes. They are the right length for Angus's little attention span, and they have pleasing meter and rhyme. For your enjoyment, I'll leave you with my new favorite nursery rhyme:
I had a little nut tree
And nothing would it bear.
But a silver nutmeg
And a golden pear.
The king of Spain's daughter
Came to visit me,
And all for the sake
Of my little nut tree.
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