The Evolution of our Bedtime Story

A long time ago, When Jack was a tiny boy as lik,ely to chew a book as to 'read' one, bed time was Jack and I and Peter Rabit, or Raggedy Ann, or the Lorax. Something interesting, but not too long.

Gradually, as Jack grew and was better able to focus for books for a while, the books got longer and more interesting. We read Winnie the Pooh, Paddington, The Wind in the Willows, and eventually The Hobbit.

Somewhere around The Hobbit, Rod started coming by to see what we were reading, and very soon after that, he was taking a turn reading -- one book for me, one book for Dad. The fare went from The Hobbit to ever more interesting and involved books.

Ans this week, we have achieved a new level. Jack has started taking his turn reading. He is reading The Red Pyramid to us. He has tried before, but the extra effort of reading aloud has proven to be too much within a couple of chapters before and either Rod or I would take over for him. This time, Jack is able to read to us with ease and hasn't seemed particularly tired by his effort.

I am so proud of him!