I read Madeline to my daughter last night for the 697th time. My husband and I have all the books memorized. We're currently beating the dead horse that is Madeline's Rescue.
Having the books memorized occasionally comes in handy. I've discovered that my three year old gets so entranced that I can actually watch television over the top of the book while I recite it to her. Last night, we got to check out the preseason football highlights that way. I might feel bad except reading the same book 697 times makes me want to fling myself off a cliff.
Last night for the first time ever though, I realized upon reaching the next to last page that I had no memory of reading the book. It was like that feeling you get sometimes when you pull in your driveway and realize you can't remember the drive home at all. Kind of creepy when it's a car you were piloting. Kind of awesome when it's a book you've read 697 times. Now if I can just figure out how I did it.