The kid is a big fan of stories. We read books, we tell each other stories, sometimes we use our Rory’s Story Cubes to tell each other tall tales.

Last week I started reading Fortunately, the Milk to her and she listened intently until about three-quarters of the way through when she started asking me why the book was so long.

At bedtime yesterday she was doing her bathroom routine and I picked a book from her shelf and started flipping through it. She asked what it was and I told her the title and that it was a book without pictures.

“Can I see it?”

I handed it to her.

“There are no pictures! How am I supposed to know what’s happening?”

I told her that’s why you read a book. You can read it and make the pictures with your imagination. I told her that’s my favourite part of reading.

“Why would I make pictures with my imagination?”

This is a child who has a wild and varied imagination. She will have no issues devouring books as soon as she gets going in the reading department. I understand that she loves picture books but I know that as she grows she’s going to love reading the words even more.

She’s just going to have to trust me.