Snuggled under the covers in bed last night, I was reading my nightly three books to Joshua when I began reading a familiar one we had looked at together the night before about panda bears.“Oh, here’s the panda book, Joshy,” I said as he nodded with a huge smile on his face. This kid loves animals – any and all animals – and he loves to learn facts about different creatures so we spend a lot of time discussing where animals live, what they eat, what sounds they make, etc. I read the first couple of pages about our panda friend and decided to ask Josh a couple of things about what he already knew about pandas.
“Joshy,” I turned to him, “do you remember where pandas live?”
“Panda lives in China,” he answers, matter-of-factly.
I beam at my three-year-old’s amazing wisdom. He is, I'm sure, the smartest child on the face of this earth. “You’re right! Pandas live in China!” I turn the page and see Mr. panda chewing on the all-too-familiar stick of bamboo. “And what do pandas eat, babe? Do you remember?”
Joshy looks at me, eyes bright, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah!” He exclaims, “Panda eats Chinese food!”
Aw, my little pal…you always make me smile...
