This is one of those moments when I’m going to apologize for complaining about something that really shouldn’t be a complaint.
While visiting Pike Market in Seattle a couple weeks ago, we stopped in a great, little bookstore called Lion Heart Books, where we were thoroughly entertained by the owner, David Ghoddousi. His store didn’t carry any of my books, but it was small and eclectic. I was willing to forgive him.
Of course we bought some books for the kids (and a few for me). Clara and Charlie love books, and I’m always willing to spend a little money on the written word.
But for the next hour, Elysha and I had to demand that the children stop reading their books and “Look around!”
“Pick your heads up!”
“You can read anytime! You won’t see this place again for a long time!”
At one point Elysha popped into a Starbucks, so the kids immediately camped out on the corner, opened their books, and pretended that I didn’t exist.
I surrendered. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll look at the big, beautiful world and you can stick your noses into your dumb books.”
I know. I should be happy, and I am.
But still… look at them. What a couple of giant nerds.
