My wife and I succumbed to the door-to-door sales woman selling children's books today. We bought, I think, 26 books, which are supposed to make our kids smarter and more successful than yours. Sorry. And in doing so, we also brought to an end the generous and happy feelings our four-year old had for her baby brother.
"Mama, I want to take my books to my room."
"Well, honey, those aren't your books. They are the whole family's books. Baby brother is going to read them, too, when he gets older."
"I don't want him anymore then. Let's drop him off."
"Where would we drop him off?"