There are two types of human beings. Those who live normally, and those who, wherever they are, HAVE TO read what’s around.
When you realize that your kid tries to read what’s on the shampoo bottle in the bath, or on the bottle of milk at breakfast time, it’s too late : he has the Print Disease. And there is no cure. Just be kind, OK?
Well, what does it mean? Is it simple curiosity? Or a way of being worried? Keeping ones brain busy, giving him some food, like a locomotive needs some wood to burn?