The true joy of raising children...

is reading their literature.
Sure, kids are cute and make you lovingly crafted macaroni picture frames. But I've decided that if you've never had the pleasure of reading things like Dahl's Danny the Champion of the World out loud, you just truly haven't lived.

How better to learn the joy of school and the perils of revenge?
Or how simply childish and asinine prejudice is?
Or learn that only fairies can kiss the tip of their elbows? I did almost named The Girl Annabel, you know. Though there seems to be a little fairy princess in her anyway. And I can only hope there is a little Claudia Kincaid in her as well (though Thing is betting on Ramona Quimby).