Disclaimer: I’m part of the Netflix #StreamTeam, but I’ve been a Netflix power user for years and it would take a lot more than a few free movies to influence my opinions.
When my kids were young, say under 10, it was easy to get them to snuggle up somewhere cozy and read stories together or watch movies or special TV shows. Some of my happiest memories with all three of them involved exactly that. Over the years, I read hundreds of books—doing special voices and accents for each character—including every single one of the “Harry Potter” and “Series of Unfortunate Events” books.
I also dug into some timeless classics like Beverly Cleary’s “Henry and Ribsy” books and Eleanor Cameron’s “Mushroom Planet” series, and some of my childhood favorites, from “The Phantom Tollbooth” and “A Wrinkle in Time” to “Mr. Poppers Penguins” and everything ever written by Lloyd Alexander and Roald Dahl. The kids read to me as well, practicing their decoding when they were first learning letters and words, picking out their own favorites and the library, reading their assigned books from school, re-reading some of the books I’d read to them (and doing their own voices), then making their own book choices, such as Rick Riordan’s entire “Percy Jackson” and “Kane Chronicles” series, “Bone,” and “Amulet.”