Is there anything sweeter than older siblings reading to younger ones? (Especially when they still have bed head?!) I can still remember, as clear as if it were yesterday, the first time my oldest did this. It was slow and painful, and the younger three got a little impatient, but I was so stinking proud. The hours and hours and hours I had spent reading stories to him, the years of teaching him letter sounds and phonics were paying off, and in the sweetest way possible.