Why Johnny CAN Read

Johnny is a red head. Wait, that's not what this is about.

Johnny is five, a new kindergarten guy. But he can read.

Last night he read two books to his mom, and when his dad put him to bed, Johnny was heard to say, "I can read. I can read."

How come? Why? I know you're aching to find out.

It's because of all the reading his family does in that home. They all read scriptures every morning, and for as long as Johnny has lived, he's heard a book or three at bedtime every night. That's the way it works. You hold the kid on your lap or close to you, and he (or she) follows along as you read out loud. I repeat. That's the way it works.

Besides, you could walk into a room in the house at any given moment, and it's likely someone would be sitting on the couch or the floor or somewhere. Reading.  It rubs off. Really.

At those morning readings Johnny has read a verse or two by repeating what his mom or dad read. Now, I'll just bet he's trying it on his own and doing fine with minimal help.

And it's no wonder he's proud and excited. Reading opens the world to him. Don't be doubting me. It's true.

P.S. I'm pretty sure his blond cousin Axel up in Canada is not far behind in this reading thing. Pretty darn sure.