I grabbed my camera (as you do when you think your child is doing something naughty) and quietly stuck is my head into his room. He was sitting there, with his books scattered all around him, reading to himself. (Well not actually reading - he's 18 months old - but you know what I mean). I did a quick double check to make sure that he wasn't just ripping all the pages out (like he was last time I caught him sitting amongst a pile of books), and then started snapping away.
After a few photos Max noticed that I was there are came over for a big hug, before settling back down in a different corner to do some more reading.
Adorable!!
