Like mother, like son?

I go into the boys' room to get Jr.Gopher #2 out of bed. He's lying in his crib, head on a pillow, blanket pulled up to his arm pits, reading a book. I greet him, say good morning, and lift the blanket.

Chaos.

"Do you want to read?" He nods.

So, I put the blanket back on him, he settles down into his covers again, and lifts the book up to read. A new copy of Grimm's tales (in German). With no pictures. He was lying there holding it propped up, just like ... oh, just like I do when lounging in bed reading.


So, please say a prayer, if you read this on Tuesday before 5:30 p.m. Central Time. My final project presentation is due. I've only got 18 hours to figure out how to elegantly explain something I don't really understand.