A Child's Theory

Drama Queen (age 8) this morning says, "Mommy, can we throw away all my school books and let me use my new Pixter for school the rest of my life?"

Uh, no, honey.

Uncle Vince and Uncle Gerald and Daddy, sitting around the table with coffee, laugh hysterically.

D.Q. continues looking at me expectantly.
She's serious about this.

Daddy tells her, "No, D.Q. That's not going to happen. Books are important."

And Uncle Vince, the brother who always gave me a hard time about having my nose in a book, backs him up. "Books are very important." He's serious too.