Big Kid just sat down and asked me to read him a book and I jokingly told him that he should read it to me instead. He opened it up and read the whole thing! Easily! It was a 2nd grade level Arthur book. He doesn't even sound out the words, it's like he just recognizes all of them. He was as surprised as I was as sentence after sentence flowed out effortlessly.
Also, have I mentioned that little kid is The Best Snuggler? For as much as he can make me crazy, I have never had that sort of intense, loving, physical connection before. A million times a day he'll walk up to me and lay his head on my lap so I can stroke his hair, or hug my legs tightly while I'm trying to do something, or reach for me to pick him up so he can snuggle his face in my neck while I pat his back. His little body gets all warm and pliable and just melts into you. He immediately makes himself comfortable for the long haul. He'll push his face onto my lips, searching for kisses for those fat little cheeks and soft little forehead.
He also has no qualms about giving out hugs or kisses (tight lipped, slobbery little things) to anyone who may need one. He kept getting in the space of a young couple at the jazz concert we were at and when we finally decided to intervene and rescue them, the girl held out her hand for a high five and he wrapped her up in a tight, long hug instead. He is just delicious with that plump little body and the way he revels in physical affection.
I just wanted to make sure to point out some good things about him so that when he reads this in 30 years, he can't pull that whole "I knew you liked him best" business in regards to his brother...they both annoy me equally and I love them both in different ways.