Paul!

Last night, Julie had lain down on the couch to read a few pages of her own book while she waited to read books to Clara who was getting into her pajamas with Ted.  Joe was a little wound up so Ted had banished to the living room to get into his own pajamas without getting distracted by his partner in crime, or get her more riled up.  So there was this little storm of brown fabric and floppy limbs spinning around on the floor as Julie read.  Once Joe emerged from his self-created hurricane of activity that is him donning clothing, he asked Julie what she was reading.  Julie flipped the book closed to show Joe the cover and said, "Winter Journal."  As it happens, the author's name (Paul Auster) is much larger than the title on the cover of this particular book and Joe asked what those words were.  Julie pointed to the letter P and asked Joe what it was.  After Joe identified it correctly, she said they would sound the rest out together and Fans, she'd just finished saying that when Joe said simply, "Paul!"  Like it weren't no thing! He doesn't even know a Paul!  (Save Wyatt and Gavin's dad in Seattle, but he's only seen that Paul twice in his whole life, and not his name spelled out.)  Julie laughed and Joe started spinning around and around and around on his hands and knees on the floor, laughing.  As he said to Ted, he read the whole thing through, all by himself.