My son? Is reading.
Sounding things out, of course, and hesitantly, but he's in his room, knocking out Hop On Pop* (and a giant thank you to my sister-in-law, who hunted around the attic and brought out Seuss treasures from her own childhood - C gets a huge kick out of reading 'Auntie K's books' ) and giggling over the illustrations.
Reading. Holy shit.
I am SO PROUD.
*Huh. Ah. Puh! Huhahpuh! Huahpup! Ha-op! HOP!