My children and I have a well developed history of reading together. Before they were able to read, I would read to them every night. When they were developing their reading skills, we would take turns to read out loud. Even after they were reading fluently, I continued reading to them every bedtime, mainly books that I knew they would be reluctant to try if I left them to their own devices. (We still talk about ‘The Magician’s Elephant’ by Kate DiCamillo.) We referred to our bedtime ritual as “Bath, Books, Bed”, and all hell could break loose if I was tired and tried to skip the book portion.