I was milling around in the kitchen just now when Julia snickered from somewhere in the living room and said to me, "I'm laughing a funny article I'm reading in the newspaper." This might be true in three or five years, but I knew my preliterate almost-four-year-old was probably not actually enjoying the wit and wisdom of, say, David Brooks.
So I went over to see what was really happening, and discovered my the towheaded one sitting like a heap in her kid's seat with a baby's alphabet board book on her knees, giggling. "This is a funny newspaper!" she exclaimed when she noticed me there.