While I was folding laundry, I overheard Eamon reading Calvin and Hobbes to his brother and sister. He loves this comic. When Eamon's hair was a bit longer, he would scrunch it Calvin style. His stuffed tiger is named Hobbes. I think he even fancies himself a bit like the mischievous Calvin.
As I listened I was so impressed. Eamon is typically reluctant to read to anyone even though he has been reading for a long time. (I am not really sure if he began reading at age 4 or 5. He just seems to have always been a reader). With all that he reads, he declines whenever I ask him to read aloud. He always insists that he doesn't read well to others. As I listened, I smiled as he used different voices for Calvin, Hobbes and the parents. He had amazing inflection and story-telling finesse. His audience was enraptured.
As he read, I could hear all three of them laughing together. His voice, combined with each peal of laughter, was truly music. I peeked around the corner and saw them huddled together enjoying this closeness as well as a few oranges. I hesitated taking a photo fearing I would disturb their moment together. I am so glad he read to them and that they listened.