You’ll notice in this photo that my Mom is reading a pretty advanced book to Ava. She has already tired of plain-old nursery rhymes and is no longer interested in anything but romantic thrillers. I thought for sure she’s becoming a budding literary aficionado, so I got out my copy of Moby Dick and started to read. She grew weary after the first couple pages, whining “Daddy, nobody has died yet and for crying out loud, where are the explosions?!” Guess she’ll stick to Sandra Brown for now.