I can't get Abigail's nose out of a book. She taught herself to read when she was 3 and has been addicted ever since.
Today, on the way to gymnastics, she told me that she really wanted to read "Tequila Mockingbird".
How funny is that.
And it's even more ironic that I was dead set on naming her Scout...but, alas, Daddy wasn't onboard with that one.
She would have fit the name beautifully though.
She might notice that when she does get around to reading "To Kill a Mockingbird".