The Reading Table
A short story about a short story.
It was that in-between hour. Actually, not even an hour - about 15 minutes - where it’s too early for bed but too late to start anything…
Dinner had been had, outdoor play in the nice weather happened and the both the dishwasher and the robot vacuum were humming away in the background doing their nightly chores.
I was at the kitchen table doomscrolling reading on my phone, and then a few minutes later BW joined me with her phone. I don’t know where the child was, but she came down and saw the both of us reading there and decided she wanted to read at the table too!
She grabbed her Highlights Magazine - which coincidentally I had tried to toss out earlier this morning but the child caught me and scolded me for trying to throw out her stuff 1
She grabbed an apple, started to hum and eat at the same time and in-between all the eating and humming she read us the entire short story. It was short - maybe 2 paragraphs long but it was perfect in so many ways:
The apple was just the right snack for this activity , the story was just the right length and the activity could not be better. No tablet, no Nintendo - just hanging out with Mom and Dad on a Monday night at the kitchen table reading stories to each other.
Like the MasterCard ad says: Priceless.
Keep Reading,
TH and Co.
If she only realized the amount of stuff that goes missing thanks to Dad.