So I don't think Kate is going to be the bookworm of the family. Today I made the mistake of leaving the book I'm reading on the floor when the doorbell rang. By the time I got back to the room, Kate had torn out a page (that I had not yet read) and eaten it! Well, I don't think she actually swallowed it, but the pieces were wet and soggy and beyond saving. Evan offered to help me make a new page with new words, which I thought was a pretty good idea. He's not a bad storyteller.