Two weeks ago, I started reading a chapter or two of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to the kids at night. This was one of my books from childhood that my mother had saved and returned to me once I had my own children. Every night, KK reads a page and then I do. We were nearing the demise of Mike Teevee, the last of the children left other than Charlie of course. KK could barely contain her anticipation as she cried out "I just can't wait to see what happens. Will you read one more chapter - just one? I need to know before I go to sleep!"
Just like me, my six year old sees stories. I couldn't wish her a better gift.