Normally, there's nothing that makes Hubby's heart go pitter-pat than to watch one of the girls read in their bibles.
Not only is this helping with their ability to read and sound out words, but they're choosing to read the bible.
Tonight, Small Fry was skipping around in different books of her little paperback bible, reading from random passages. She started with the New Testament, then the Old (she braved the book of Job), and then back to the New Testament. She would occasionally spell out words for us to help her with, or sound them out on her own. She'd followed Hubby into the kitchen to grab a few more minutes with him before he left for his meeting tonight.
Hubby came into the den just a few minutes ago, wearing an expression of abject relief. "Odd blessings..." he mused.
"Small Fry was reading in Matthew 25. 'At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten vuh-vuh-vuh...'" He clapped his hand over his eyes. "And all I can think is, she's gonna ask me what that word is, and I'm gonna need to tell her, and then she'll want to know what it means!"
I'm snickering, because I know the word is virgins.
"And then," Hubby said, "she just said, 'That word's too hard. I'll read somewhere else.'"
Yep, dodged that bullet...