Books in bed

So our bedtime routine, all things being normal, is that we read books with the boys until about 8 and then they go to read books in bed for about 1/2 hour. With Jamie, voracious reader that he has become, this means that we hear absolutely nothing from him until we say lights out, at which point, invariably, he asks if he can finish his page and we, invariably, say yes. With Connor on the other hand, you really never know what's going to happen. Very frequently there are encore performances in the living room of one manner or other. Then there are times when he plays noisily with legos, trying to engage the reading Jamie and only annoying him in the process. Other times he goes into that particularly intense, silent play with his Playmobil dinosaurse. Other times he gets into bed and falls asleep in two seconds. Sometimes he gets into bed and falls asleep with a book on his face. Once in a while he gets lucky and gets to go up and read with Jamie.

Yesterday, I turned the corner into the room and found this:

It would be difficult to convey the intensity with which he was engaged with The Little Engine That Could. Sarah tried to ask him a couple of things and he just sort of blew her off and couldn't take his eyes from the page. He didn't quite finish before lights out and very seriously asked for a bookmark so he could pick it up in the morning. It's a page-turner folks.