Precious little one!
And big brother sounds like my son. He'd been reading for a while when my parents came to visit, but my mother dismissed anything I said about it. I dropped it, because regardless of what she thought, he was doing what he was doing. Then she and my dad took him to Applebees, read him the whole menu except for corndogs, because she thought they were too unhealthy. The server came to take their order, and my son said he wanted corndogs, pointing to them on the menu.
