Before my nephew entered primary school, I used to read him English books upon his visits. I would read the English texts, tell him the meanings in Korean, and joke about nostrils of the car in the picture. It was more about giggling than reading a book.
A couple of years later, now a primary school kid, he picked up that book from the shelf and started reading it aloud.
By himself, slowly yet clearly.
Probably because that book has quite a lot of rather long sentences, there were some unfamiliar or difficult-to-pronounce words for him. Still, he kept reading, one word at a time. I didn’t even ask him to do it. He might have just wanted to do it out of the blue.
“Oh, you can read it on your own now?”
“Yeah.”
It was cute and fascinating.
It’s always a pleasure to see someone enjoying the experience of a new language. Always.