Bedtime stories

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/21/fashion/21GenB.html?pagewanted=1 Remember when you were little and you'd snuggle into bed with your footie pajamas? Your parents would read you bedtime stories and you have sweet dreams. But then you got to an age were it wasn't cool, so it all stopped. What would happen if you never grew out of that? When special bonding time beats feeling socially superior.

My cousin posted this article on facebook with the comment "Read this with a tissue, it's just that touching" and how can I resist a hook like that? My initial reaction was "Wow! That's really embarrassing" but its cuteness grew on me. But why does it seem so humiliating?

I can't really imagine myself at a sleepover and having to excuse myself as I go to my daddy to have him read me a story, its just not normal. I'm old enough to read books, and have been for over 10 years, so why have my Dad do it for me? America's like the underdog nation, it's all about independence and what not. Maybe it's a reflection of that. Maybe because my founding fathers were so rough and tough, I feel like I need to be strong and read a book myself, and not be a little baby. Or MAYBE if my dad and I were to practice this little ritual, we'd have a healthier relationship AND learn some neat stuff too.