Just to clarify . . . the young swimmer with a Meg Cabot book in her hand and an inability to put her book down long enough to eat her chips (whom I'd obviously love to adopt because she'd fit in so well) is not my child. This one's mine:
And, yep, he read on the trip up to Delta State. Here's an older photo of him reading, prior to what we call The Hair Rebellion (he refuses to cut his hair and deliberately musses it up so he looks like he stuck his finger in a light socket):
Like mother, like son.