When I was younger my parents usally only went out of town for their annivarsary and even then they would just go to Gatlingburg for the weekend. But one those rare occasions that they did I would stay with my aunt and grandma. When I was staying with my aunt she would read me a Beatrix Potter story. She had the complete box collection and I loved those stories. Last week while we had the kids I read the three year old the Tale of Peter Rabbit the first night. I thought if anything maybe we would read a few different Beatrix Potter stories while we where there but he only wanted Peter Rabbit. One night while we were reading he tiold me he loved me and another night after my mom offered to read he told her only I could. The biggestes difference between my aunt’s reading to me and me reading to him; my Beatrix Potter collection is on my kindle, but it works.