On the nights that I am really tired, I will ask Leila if she wants to read to me, instead of me reading to her.  I hadn’t really given it much thought until recently, but that is pretty impressive.  She starts kindergarten next week (Unbelievable!)  and last night she read this entire page to me, from a book that she is not familiar with, without hesitation and at nearly the same clip that I would expect out of an adult.  The very last line of the page she asked  for help with the word “landing,” but words like “Through” and “might” did not phase her.