Last year I stopped reading to my eldest daughter.

Ruby had turned seven. She was a competent and independent reader. Did she really need to hear my voice telling stories of dorks and treehouses and farts? I was tired of it. Ruby was the eldest of three. My middle child was just learning to read and needed me more, I reasoned.

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