My three and a half year old just brought in a book that he wanted me to read to him. I don’t really know why he chose this book AGAIN. I’ve read it to him dozens of times. In fact, I’ve got it memorized. But, I read it to him because one day when he’s 15 or 27, I don’t want to regret not having read it to him. Here he comes again…“Alarm clock, Benjamin gets up. Pants, Benjamin puts on his pants. Shirt, Benjamin puts on his shirt…” Is there someone important you need to be with today? That laundry can wait.