Last night at dinner, she demonstrated, for the first time ever, that she can read (or is very much on the brink of it). By reading the word “Lone.” On a can of Lone Star beer. As you might imagine, we couldn’t be more proud.
(It is possible that she may have read the word “bag” in “Curious George Rides a Bike,” the night before, but this milestone will be more fun to remember.)