We are happy to choose the books ourselves.
That way, we can read our favorites over and over.
Dad : The end.
Bada: That was a fun story.
Dad: I am glad you liked it.
Bada: Could you read it one more time, please?
Dad: I'm afraid it is too late.
I will read it to you tomorrow night.
Bada: Well then, can I just look at the pictures again?
Dad: All right. Don't stay up too long.
Bada: Yes, Dad. Good night.
Dad: Sleep tight.
As you can see, Bada can't read yet.
He is already seven years old!
I learned to read and write when I was six years old.
Oh well. What can you do?