Every night before Belle goes to bed we read a story to her. She loves that part of the day and has her favorites. The Maple Leafs book, the Ballet book and anything about "Clippers" (aka Clifford) right now. We read them to her and then say prayers and tuck her in. The other night Brooklyn joined in before she headed to bed. She shares Belle's love of books, sorta. Belle loves the stories, Brooklyn loves how they taste.
Belle also has a daily quiet time in the afternoon. Brooklyn goes down for a nap and Belle has to spend one hour in her room. She can read, play or nap but she has to stay in there for one hour. I can't count the number of times I come up to get her and she's reading to Teddy.
Every story is exactly the same:
"Once upon a time, it was a beautiful time."
And then she goes on in her own language, which she uses when she's talking to Teddy, or when she has to say something really fast. I don't know where her imagination is taking her, but I do know it's beautiful there.