Fiona's surprise

After hearing some piano this morning, I was ready for a story. I mean, I wanted to hear one from Fiona. I asked her to select an early reader she hadn't read yet from the bookshelf when she made a happy leap into the air and said, "No! I have one of my own books upstairs I want to read to you. I was reading it to myself in the closet this morning when I got up. Wait a minute. I'll get it for you!"

She spun and raced up the stairs. I scarcely had time to ponder, 'I was reading it to myself in the closet this morning,' before she was back with her beloved treasury The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh. We've been reading it to her since she was very, very small. She knows how it goes; but she doesn't have it memorized, so I was pleasantly surprised to see her working through it this morning. It was really uplifting for all of us. I found it especially heartwarming to hear my own child use voices for characters just as Ian and I have been doing for years.