Yesterday the boys and I met up with my sister and her family at Cafe du Monde to say goodbye before they headed back to Virginia. The boys were sitting at a table with Emily, reading their library books that we’d just checked out. (They’re obsessed with manga books right now.)

The woman in line behind me pointed to them and asked, “are they yours?” I said, yes, the boys were. She said, “that’s something you never see.”

Yeah, yeah, triplets, blah blah blah.

She continued, “Boys with books! That’s wonderful!”

I have never been prouder than I was in that moment (not strictly true but you know.)

Of course, it’s not like they’re reading chapter books, but they’re reading.

As she walked out of the shop, the woman said, “keep up the great work.”