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There was a point in the day that Samantha was too tired to run around much, but not tired enough to take a nap. Over the two years Jim had raised her, he had learned that just putting her to bed didn't work - she wound herself up crying and wouldn't sleep, anyway. He chose instead to use that time to read to her, when she was calm enough not to wiggle around much.
She was old enough now that Jim encouraged her to pick a book. Sure, it'd take a couple of tries - the island usually gave over really colorful looking not for kids books at this point - but eventually she did find something that was appropriate for her age. After lunch and some playing in the playground, Sam was most definitely slowing down. He took her inside to choose a book, and while there were a few children's books, she ended up picking the much fatter The House On Pooh Corner, likely because of the little picture of the bear on its spine. Knowing it was kid friendly and knowing he could do with a break from constant Dr. Suess books, Jim couldn't quite complain.
It was too nice a day to sit inside, so Jim stationed himself outside the hut he shared with Pam, Samantha in his lap. Rembrandt, as always, was laid out next to them, lazily enjoying the warm afternoon. Jim flipped to the index of the book, eventually picking one of the stories out at random. He started reading, knowing a lot of it would go over Sam's head, but there were pictures and he couldn't see the harm in introducing her to more words. And as silly as it made hm feel, he did try to imitate the voices he remembered from the cartoons. No one was around, after all,and Sam loved it when he did it.
"'Oh,' said Pooh. 'Well, come here.' So Whatever-it-was came here, and in the light of the candle he and Pooh looked at each other," he read, turning the page. Sam stopped him by pointing at the big picture at the top of the page.
"Who that?" she asked, looking up at Jim, her finger pointing at Tigger.
"That's Pooh and Tigger," he supplied, pointing at Tigger himself. "Tigger is a tiger. Can you say tiger?"
"Ti-gur," she said, sounding out each syllable carefully. It was one of those moments Jim was reminded just how fast she was learning.
"Very good," he praised, since it was a good first attempt, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. Settling back against the outside wall of the hut, he continued where he left off. The fact Sam seemed to b e listening intently, whether she understood or not, made Jim smile.
[OOC: Jim's hut is right along the boardwalk, near the Compound. Feel free to overhear - he's fairly good at the imitations, if your pup would know Disney's Pooh. Text can be found here if you want to walk in on him reading some part in particular.]
She was old enough now that Jim encouraged her to pick a book. Sure, it'd take a couple of tries - the island usually gave over really colorful looking not for kids books at this point - but eventually she did find something that was appropriate for her age. After lunch and some playing in the playground, Sam was most definitely slowing down. He took her inside to choose a book, and while there were a few children's books, she ended up picking the much fatter The House On Pooh Corner, likely because of the little picture of the bear on its spine. Knowing it was kid friendly and knowing he could do with a break from constant Dr. Suess books, Jim couldn't quite complain.
It was too nice a day to sit inside, so Jim stationed himself outside the hut he shared with Pam, Samantha in his lap. Rembrandt, as always, was laid out next to them, lazily enjoying the warm afternoon. Jim flipped to the index of the book, eventually picking one of the stories out at random. He started reading, knowing a lot of it would go over Sam's head, but there were pictures and he couldn't see the harm in introducing her to more words. And as silly as it made hm feel, he did try to imitate the voices he remembered from the cartoons. No one was around, after all,and Sam loved it when he did it.
"'Oh,' said Pooh. 'Well, come here.' So Whatever-it-was came here, and in the light of the candle he and Pooh looked at each other," he read, turning the page. Sam stopped him by pointing at the big picture at the top of the page.
"Who that?" she asked, looking up at Jim, her finger pointing at Tigger.
"That's Pooh and Tigger," he supplied, pointing at Tigger himself. "Tigger is a tiger. Can you say tiger?"
"Ti-gur," she said, sounding out each syllable carefully. It was one of those moments Jim was reminded just how fast she was learning.
"Very good," he praised, since it was a good first attempt, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. Settling back against the outside wall of the hut, he continued where he left off. The fact Sam seemed to b e listening intently, whether she understood or not, made Jim smile.
[OOC: Jim's hut is right along the boardwalk, near the Compound. Feel free to overhear - he's fairly good at the imitations, if your pup would know Disney's Pooh. Text can be found here if you want to walk in on him reading some part in particular.]