Early reader

This morning, Rye requested a book by signing "book" and asking "buh?" I gave him Curious George Goes Fishing, which is what was right there in the bed. He opened it up, then traced his finger across the text, mumbling some type of organized gibberish in a steady, low voice. Does this qualify as his first read aloud?

Reading Richard Scarry's classic I am a Bunny, while stylishly sporting the handknit sweater that Aunt Baba sent from Vermont.