My guess is that Brady brought it to my chair so I could read it to him at some point this evening, and then he went to bed before we had the chance to check it out. I like that he likes to listen to stories. I've always been a reader so it's nice to see that he is, too.
But more than that, I love that he picked this particular book. Sesame Street gives me such a sweet jolt of nostalgia that it makes me smile to know that he loves it, too. I see God in those kinds of mom-to-child connections -- even the seemingly little, inconsequential ones.
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