He used to insist on cooking after school, like his dad. For some time he asked for Gummi Bears and Rescue Rangers (having moved beyond Roadunner and Tom and Jerry). Or at least he did until last week; now he wants me to read and re-read David Egger’s first juvenile book, The Eyes Aand The Impossible. Does my pride about him know no end? Apparently not. Surely I would never have chosen a novel over television in 1957. But then, maybe children’s books were worse and TV was better.
My Grandson: Changing Behavior
June 23, 2024
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