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I have no memory of this.
they don't actually tuck in the sheets.
my mummy did
'i'd tuck you in' joke
It's pretty sad that you think that.
Reading to children before lights out is a lovely thing to do. I've no idea what percentage of people still do this, probably less since I was a child and people became so 'time-poor' but it's a great way to share some intimate time and explore books.
That said, there's no reason why reading together should only be done at bedtime.
Not being funny, just missing your point.
I didn't realise you were just fugging abaht.
and it doesn't necessarily give me any additional insight over those without children.
It's also not relevant what I do with my child, my response would have been the same 10 years ago.
Of course parents should TALK to their children. And if the only time they talk to their children is when they read to them then that is not a good thing.
But I don't see how the two things fit together in the package you described in your first post.
How is reading to a child at bedtime a signifier that you don't communicate properly with your child for the rest of your time with it?
odd things happen in my life that not many young 'uns would have experienced.
erm loss of parent erm tragically insane sister.....christened on a nuclear weapins base....y'know.
and then read them to my parents. I have no recollection of them returning the favour, ungrateful cunts
and that's damn fine with me.
I don't remember it, though. But I do remember "reading" (I couldn't actually read at age 3) to my stuffed animals the way a teacher does in school, with the semi-circle and everything. Playing school... Christ.
I still remember some of the books quite well too. My earliest childhood memory is from around age 3.
And once we got older we had to read aloud to them too.
I do remember when reading the early Harry Potter books that I thought 'Hermione' was pronounced "Her-Me-Own'
Oh, how we laughed...
kid i babysat for for reading her-my-owny as her-me-own. i should have given him a slap for being cheeky and for also getting the dog all worked up minutes before he went to bed. that dog was crazy and i was allerigic.
I think it did me the world of good
I loved it. "Just one more chapter. PLEASE!"
read to me a lot more than my parents.
one of the few things my parents actually managed to get right
My dad used to do all sorts of funny voices for the characters as well, it was great! :D
do it for my baby now, who insists on reading the same book about four times in a row, thank god it's only "pooky penguin" or something. She did let me read most of a winnie the pooh story the other night and was incredibly patient considering she's only 16months old and probably has no f***ing idea what I was reading to her.
I get in trouble for altering the words to "that's not my pirate" so she doesn't grow up thinking they are all cuddly etc.
but i do love a good tucking in!!!
ie The Faraway Tree and having the most vivid psychadelic thoughts... but I mostly read to myself as was a pretty advanced learner for a tiny tacker.
I can remember that my favourite book was one about dinosaurs, I loved the pictures.
When I used to babysit the kids used to ask me to read to them. I think I gave Harry Potter an outrageous scottish accent much to their bemusement.
And my Dad was a College Lecturer at the time.
They both read to me. The Railway Children. Five Children and It. Annie and the Wild Animals. A New Coat for Annie. Tyger Voyage. All fab books and when I could read I would read them to my parents until fell asleep or got bored and wandered off.
i started reading at a realy young age. I finished lord of the rings when i was 8. Dunno if thats impressive. My teacher was impressed when i told her...
and im 18. so i would say it is yes.
my dad used to make up stories too, usually about cats and rabbits using appropriate flavoured toothpaste and the like.
I used to read before I went to sleep though.
But I started reading books by myself at a ridiculously young age relative to most children so it wasn't for very long.
But there was a period where I didn't see my dad for months and he posted me a cassette tape recording of him reading out some kids book. I've forgotten what the story was, but I remember listening to it on repeat at night until my mum made me turn it off and go to sleep.
My dad and I finished the first section of a book we're reading together on most school nights called What Was Lost.
It's brilliant and hilarious and we were in stiches over it :)!
Doesn't work so well :(.