Precious Book to My Son

You know how sweet it is to see a well-loved, oft-used Bible? To thumb through and see the notes in the margins; imagining how or why that particular verse was precious to them...
Seeing what was important enough for the to dwell on, or mark with dog-eared pages... Maybe it's in a Bible case, because they have carried it for so many years that it's just falling apart...

Well, my husband pointed this book out to me today.

It's owned by my clever, scary-smart son. At meals where he's alone he's always hunched over a book reading as he slurps his cereal, or parmesan cheese spaghetti, and this is one of his favorites. I'm sure he is finding inspiration and knowledge to enhance his already, admittedly, nerdy tendencies. His amazingly extensive breadth of knowledge. He's a living encyclopedia sometimes...

Example: I just went in to wake him, and his blanket was all tucked in from neck to toe, and I thought he looked like a mummy. When I said, "Wake up my little mummy!" He said,
"If I'm a mummy, was I buried in wet or dry soil?"

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It's Saturday. I'm not ready for this yet.
I'm going to get more coffee.
I guess this book is one of his favorites... and I'm not too proud of it. What are we encouraging here?

Well, it's the Encyclopedia of Immaturity, and, frankly, I'm a little scared of how well-read it is!!

These are some of the milder subjects. There's all matter of commentary on miscellaneous body noises, pranks, and skills that I suppose represent the depth of immaturity he's aspiring to...

Happy Saturday.