The kids have been very very very much enjoying the Alexas they got for Christmas. Mostly, they like Alexa to read them books. They don't read to themselves as much as they used to, and I am suspicious that this is a sneaky end run around the no-electronics-in-the-house rule, but I can't find any real reason to make a rule outlawing listening to books, so it continues unabated. After they listened to the same free book about elevendy million times, we bought them a few books on Audible.
Now we don't see them anymore.
So that's great.
But, like crack, you have to keep buying more. So Lilly and I were on Audible today, and I asked her what kinds of books she might be interested in. It was a throw-away comment. One I don't really expect her to even answer.
One time, in grad school, my advisor asked me what kinds of books I like to read and I blurted out, "mysteries!" which is actually the only kind of book that I absolutely DON'T like to read. And that was when I was a grown adult.
So I wasn't really listening when Lilly said, "Hmmm. Maybe Native Americans?"
I'm scrolling through the Beverly Cleary books . . .
"Or homing pigeons?"