Harry adores being read to. As a lover of reading myself, it thrills me that he enjoys something that I do too, something that, even on my worst days, I can do with him. He is such an active child, so full of energy that I never thought he would enjoy such peaceful times and that I would miss out on many special times with him due to my disability.
Very recently, he has started to use his imagination more, involving in himself in imaginative play with his soft toys, or asking the husband and myself to be a certain character.
Yesterday, the husband decided to take Harry to the park for a little while and Harry wanted to take his cuddly meerkat with him. We managed to persuade Harry that actually, meerkat needed a nap so that he would be able to look after Harry when he went to bed later. So Harry decided that meerkat needed a bedtime story and I caught this; Harry was telling meerkat a story about the park and how it is lots of fun, that one day meerkat will be able to go as well but not today because he was too tired.