Kiki runs into her bedroom with her little plump toddler legs, and struggles to climb onto the brown rocker, recliner with her baby doll. I pull her up next to me knowing she’ll resist sitting on my lap. She takes her time adjusting her doll on her own lap and then indicates to me that she’s ready for a story by saying, “Want! Want!” as she points to the stack of books on the end table next to the rocker.
I bury my nose in the top of her head and snuggle her close delaying our story time for one, lovely moment hoping I never forget her sweet, baby smell.
She selects Old MacDonald had a Farm over The Wheels on the Bus with her perfect, pointer finger. As I start to sing the story, she begins singing, as well. She attempts to parrot everything I sing as she points to various images in the story.
I smile as I realize she’s reading the story to her doll, parroting my words, mimicking my actions.