Elli has recently taken to staying up late with her lamp on reading her books. She can puzzle out individual letters and a few words now but she can't really read the books yet. Nonetheless she is happy spending hours poring over her collection - usually the Franklin books are her favourites for this activity but last night it was all Dora The Explorer all the time.
This has a huge amount of 'awww, how adorable!' attached to it for Wendy and I because both of us recall very vividly our childhood experiences of hiding books and lights from parents to stay up far later than we were allowed. We hid under covers and stayed up into the wee hours to finish the latest tome we were addicted to and now our little one is falling asleep with her light on and her book in hand.
Eventually I will get to introduce her to my favourites though most likely she will end up enamoured of some terrible series that makes me cringe. Just like I couldn't stop reading The Hardy Boys I assume there will be some silly fluff that makes me sigh but thrills her little heart.