�Hold on a minute!� cried her mom. �Let me finish my dinner!�
Stephanie stood next to her mother and slowly counted to 60. When she had finished counting, she began to tug at her Mom�s sleeve again.
�It�s been a minute, Mommy! Let�s read!�
Mom sighed. �Go in your room and wait for me. Read yourself a book while you�re waiting.�
Stephanie dashed off to her room and jumped on her bed, where the book was already on the pillow, waiting to be read. She picked it up and looked at the cover. It had a picture of Baby Bop on it, and it said, �Where are my Shoes?� She opened up the book to the first page and began to read.
About one minute later, Mom walked into the room.
�Are you ready to start reading?� she asked.
Stephanie put down the book and looked up to her. �I already finished,� she said. �Will you read it to me again?�
Mom sighed and rolled her eyes. �Sure,� she said. She sat down on Stephanie�s bed and opened to the first page.
�Where are my shoes? These are not my shoes. These are cowboy boots.�
Stephanie giggled and looked up at her mom. She noticed that her mother wasn�t looking at the pages of the book.
�Mommy, you�re not looking at the pages,� Stephanie said.
She stopped mid-sentence and smiled. �I don�t need to, honey,� she said. �It�s all in here.� She tapped her finger on her temple.
Stephanie nodded, and pointed to the page her mom had left off.
�Where are my shoes? These are not my shoes. These are sneakers. Where are my shoes? These are not my shoes. These are� what are they, Stephanie?�
Stephanie laughed and pointed at the picture. �They�re sandals!�
Mom turned the page and pointed to the words. �Read them to me, Stephie,� she said.
Stephanie took the book into her hands and looked at the page.
�Where are my shoes? There they are! They are ballet slippers. I love my shoes.� She closed the book and looked up to her mother.
�Can we read another book?� she asked.
�Okay, go pick one out,� said Mom, pointing to Stephanie�s rather large bookshelf.
She dashed over to the shelf and picked out Good night, Moon. She ran back over to her mother and handed her the book.
�Read this one!� she cried, pointing fervently to the title.
Mom sighed and looked longingly at the overloaded shelf. �Can�t you ever pick new books, Stephanie? You have so many to choose from!�
Stephanie shook her head vigorously and continued pointing at the title. �This one,� she insisted. She held out the book for her mother to take.
Mom sighed. She took the book from Stephanie�s hands, and opened the book to the first page. She waited for Stephanie to hop up onto the bed, and then began to read to her once more.