That’s My Girl
Nora and I spent a couple of hours in the bookstore yesterday. She turns seven next month, and wants a Nook. “That way, I don’t have to worry about paper cuts on my fingers,” she told me. An interesting rationalization, that. Last night, at bedtime, Nora said to me, “Dad, I love how you just […]
Nora and I spent a couple of hours in the bookstore yesterday. She turns seven next month, and wants a Nook. “That way, I don’t have to worry about paper cuts on my fingers,” she told me. An interesting rationalization, that.
Last night, at bedtime, Nora said to me, “Dad, I love how you just feel so safe and secure every time you go to Barnes & Noble.”
“Safe and secure? Why?”
“It just feels good to be surrounded by books.”
God, I love that kid.
