GHBWNY
Well-Known Member
One afternoon this summer, when the grandkids were so tired and so badly wanted their Papa to read them a story, I took my Papazian out of the coffee table drawer and started "reading" to them. Of course, the "story" I was telling wasn't even close to the actual text. They listened intently for a few minutes until the obvious absence of big, happy color pictures along with a rapidly-deteriorating plausibility in my storyline caused them to find something more interesting to do. But, hey, it's a start.