Cooper is literate.
I can't believe it either.
I remember learning to read in kindergarten. We had books about a mouse name sam (THESE BOOKS OH MY GOD I REMEMBER THE COLOR), and one day I couldn't read them and one day, I knew what the jumble of letters on the page meant and that was it. There was no looking back. In less that a year, I was reading Beverly Cleary books out loud to fourth graders while their teacher marked up spelling tests (because everybody loves THAT first grader-- thanks, Mrs. Meyers).
As a parent, though, I have not been privy to that gestalt moment for any of the kids. Their ability to read has emerged more slowly-- although maybe it feels like a lightening bolt to them.
Anyway, the point is, COOPER CAN READ ACTUAL THINGS. And he writes, too. In him, I see me as a little kid, ad I am glad that one of the kids loved reading and writing as much as I do (and Dorothy is right behind him-- there's still hope for her).
Basically, what I am saying is this is a wonderful phase and I hope it never ends.