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I remember reading the Sunday comics with my dad and it's special to read them with my daughter now. It's always a special slice of my weekends.
Each Sunday, my daughter, Clara, and I shuffle outside in our pajamas and slippers to get the newspaper. It's usually sitting in the driveway in an orange plastic bag. Depending on how cold it is, we either enjoy a few deep breaths of the morning air, or scurry back inside quickly. With appropriate reverence, we turn the bag upside down and allow the paper to spill out, splaying all over the living room floor.
While this may seem a little haphazard, it's a great way to get all the sections separated and spread out. The newspaper people hide the Sunday comics inside of an advertising section and sometimes we spend up to five minutes looking for them.
Once located, we spread the comic pages out on the floor, lay down and I proceed to read her the funnies. She usually points to one and says, "Read me this one," or, "We haven't read this one yet Dad." I then give it a quick skim and may point out the characters involved, their facial expressions, or give cultural background so she has a chance to understand why it's funny.
Her favorites are the comics with children (Family Circus, Peanuts, One Big Happy) or animals (Sherman's Lagoon, Garfield, Marmaduke). She almost never asks me to read Dilbert or Pearls Before Swine which is good because the contextual humor and sarcasm associated with those are a little above her four and half years. We often read our favorites of the morning over again and have an extra laugh, especially since Clara says she knows why it's funny now.