Baby Books Are Bland
Tonight, I promised M, my boy, that if he stayed awake until I wrapped up a chore, I'd read him a book. He stayed up.
I don't like baby books. Too short of a story, too many pictures. I want to read stories to him that wend and wind to strange places and complex adventures. Stories to hang an imagination on. :) I don't have many good books like that for him: the Original Pooh, maybe a few others. I wound up dragging my Works of Shakespeare, figuring that it'd be more natural to read out the speech than to read directly the book.
Let me tell you, doing six voices, both male and female, kind of complex. :-) I shall have to practice over time on this one.