When my kids were small I used to read to them a lot, usually in an effort (doomed) to get the little blighters to go to sleep. I'd let them choose a pile of picture books from the box and the deal was that once the books were all read, they would settle down for the night. It rarely worked out that way, but what I did achieve from all that reading aloud, if not some peace, was a keen appreciation for what kind of stories my kids really enjoyed.

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