This story reminds me so much of my son as an infant. I remember one of my colleagues telling me a story about picking her son up at the daycare they were both at. DS was the last one left, and he was being a little fussy and difficult, and the daycare teacher couldn't find a way to soothe him. My friend looked at him and said, "Read him a book." The daycare teacher gave her a look like she was out of her mind, and she said, "No, I know this kid - try it. Read him a book." So the teacher got him a book and started to read, and it was instant silence. He listened happily to book after book until I got there. The teacher still comments on that day, and it's been three years since that incident.
Yup! Dd recently declared she'll never need drugs to soothe herself because books do the job. I hope that stays true...
