Saturday, October 22, 2011

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Now this bloke has started to recognise and identify letters, you can't STOP him reading!


Roddy said...

I trust he remembers to take the occasional glace over the top of the paper to see where he is going.
He is now five, give or take an hour or two, and greater tomes will become his nemesis.
I wish him luck. All knowledge is in the written word.

Kris said...

I had to guide him.