This is Biscuit. Biscuit is small. Biscuit is yellow."
I listened to my daughter read me a story about her favorite puppy, Biscuit. Apparently, Biscuit doesn't exactly want to go to bed. He wants a snack. He wants a drink. He wants his doll. In the end, he goes upstairs for one more kiss and one more hug, and cuddles up on the floor next to a young girl.
Since day one, I have encouraged my kids to read. Unless it's absolutely positively not age-appropriate, I honestly don't care what they read. If my fourteen year old wants to read an article about Justin Beiber, then so be it. If my ten year old wants to read about a puppy that doesn't want to go to bed, I'm fine with it.
I love listening to my kids read to me. The sound and rhythm of their voices is music to me. I can even sometimes hear an Aha! in their voice as they suddenly get something they have read. It makes me smile, and just absolutely warms my heart.
"Goodnight, sleepy puppy."