At just shy of three years he was not actually reading, but he was learning to recognize letters and was very excited about that! Dada, he said confidently, D…A…D…A. and then we asked what is Mama’s name? prompting him a bit with M…A…… Then I asked him what is my name, pointing at myself, expecting him to say “Jojo” because he would not know those letters yet, when instead he looked me squarely in the eye and said “Home”. Oh, my heart, is there anything sweeter to a grandmother than that?