The miracle of books, even ones that you read daily together, is that they can still soothe and entice a fedup child to settle down ready for bed. Even when your day entailed coaxing and carrying a pooing child home whilst being hit about the head and face. At one point I was actually headbutted. All she wanted to do was stand in the street and poo.
The kid finally got home, business was taken care of and paintings were coloured in until fit was time to cajole her exhausted self to hit the hay. The Gruffalo does what it needs to do for all of us, every single time.
Nice work, Julia Donaldson.