The other day I casually mentioned that supposedly our baby can now hear us. So, Brian decided he should start reading to my belly. Makes sense. People do that, right?
I kind of thought he'd start with Dr. Seuss or something. No, it had to be Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet, in fact. Unfortunately, he had to stop in the mid-way through the passage. It was getting too "risque".
Baby James, I don't know exactly what it will mean for you to have an eccentric English teacher for a father, but we're off to an interesting start. Just come to Mommy if you need some good old fashioned (age-appropriate) "Goodnight Moon" or "Peter Rabbit".