Thalia learned to read today. It was the story about "Bingo the Naughty Dog". I was fascinated as I sat there and watched her make the most important discovery of her life. You could see the flash in her eyes, the sense of wonderment, when in an instant she realized that underneath the pictures in the book were words, and that those words told a story that went with the pictures; and you could actually figure out what those words said, if you used your knowledge of the sounds of some of those letters. (And, English being as it is, made a few educated guesses based on the context.)
"Come here, Bingo Come here, you naughty dog." She stared up at me with a wide-open look of surprise. She looked around at her classmates, who were waiting expectantly for her to continue with the saga of Bingo. "Come and find me. Look for me. Here I am." At this point she stopped, and I watched her move her finger back and forth, between the words 'come" and "here" at the top of the page, in the words of the man, and at the bottom of the page, in the words of Bingo. She needed a minute of private retrospection, while she contemplated the implications of her discovery.