We have this tradition of reading a story to our kids
before bed. My wife had the brilliant idea of reading our favorite childhood
stories tonight. Leave it to my nine year old to criticize it.
“It’s from twenty years ago, Joe. It won’t be all action
packed like the books that are written nowadays,” I tried defending it.
Joey flicked open the cover, and began pointing things
out. “They’re hardly explanatory sentences; do they think we’re five?”
“You’ve liked space stories before.”
“On the Shuttle to Nowheresville? They really
couldn’t think of a better place to go?”
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