Developing a love of reading

This week I went to get Caleb out of bed after his nap and found this:

The crib, mind you, was not near the bookcase, but he's figured out how to scoot the whole bed across the room, presumably by throwing himself repeatedly against the side.  

Most of these ripped up pages are from various Bibles, so now we're concerned about the state of his soul.  

Furthermore, he reached a copy of the U.S. Constitution but threw it out onto the floor.  I'm sorely tempted to comment on the sad state of his political leanings...

On the other hand, he does have impressive literary taste.  Notice the college handbook in there? Medieval Myths?  There's also some C. S. Lewis and John Piper.  And Le Petit Prince, in the original French.  I was equally impressed with the books he rejected and left on the shelf--a French dictionary, for one (who needs translation?); and Anna Karenina.  That's my boy!  I never liked Russian literature either.