a couple of conversations between Campbell and myself:
before bed time Campbell had crawled into my bed with his blanket. I asked him to get come out of my room and come help me clean up his room.
Campbell: "ok, I have to get my trains first".
Me: "ok"
Campbell comes running into his room.
Campbell:" the trains were going nigh nigh on the red pillow"
Me: "oh really"
Campbell: "oh yes"
then later that night, Campbell was sitting behind our couch in his little reading nook, and I heard him reading "The Little Engine that Could". I haven't be able to read to him very much lately, between nursing a new baby and Campbell just being a little uninterested in me reading to him. So when he came back from around the couch this was our conversation:
Me: "Campbell, do you want mommy to read to you?"
Campbell: "Um, maybe later."
Me: "Really? I'll read "the Little Engine that Could?"
Campbell: "I just read that."
so yeah. my little boy is to big for his momma to read a book to him. He can do it.