Other than having my nearly six-year-old son reading me his bedtime story, instead of the other way around, is nice. Not that he’s willing to do it every night, just some, and not that he doesn’t need some help on the words–but still. In my parenting experience, so few things go right and are purely satisfying, that when they do–gloat! That is all. Have a nice weekend.
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