I had been listening to a Mormon Channel podcast. Julie B. Beck said that when her kids were young, she never made them stop reading to go to sleep. She believed that a reading child stayed out of trouble.
I decided that I agreed.
So tonight, I put Grace and Claire in bed and handed Grace her book. I left the room, kept on the light, and shut the door.
I expected to hear the silence of one reading brain and a sleeping one. Instead I heard complete chaos. Laughing, squealing, wrestling, screams of delight. Nothing conducive to reading. And usually I would probably yell at them. In a very harsh mommy voice I would probably shout, "Be quiet, and go to sleep!!" (Not that there's ever screaming in this household.)
But I thought about Sister Beck and I thought that I probably wanted to encourage sisterly affection as much as I wanted to encourage reading. And they seemed happy. So I stayed mostly quiet.
Several minutes later, Grace shuffled down the hall with a smirk. "Mom. You know what I just realized?"
"What did you realize, Grace?"
"That even if your sister's littler than you, you can have a lot of fun playing with her." And she shuffled away.
And man, they made my month.