I, Daddy, was going to read to Minky tonight. She brought me a cheesy Scoobydoo book. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t ready Scoobydoo. I only read fine literature.” Minky picked another book and we read a while. After lights out, before I left the room, Minky asked, “what do you read?” It took me a moment to understand, then I said “fine literature.” “What does that mean?” she asked. I told her it was wonderful, imaginative, thoughtful books filled with great characters, not books thrown together quickly, where they put a dog or princess on the cover to make kids want to buy them.”
“I don’t like fine literature,” she said. “I like dogs and princesses.”
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Fine Literature
February 27, 2009 · Filed under Stories · Tagged bedtime, books, Dad, literature
