The Boy: Mom. Mom. Mom.
K: Quit splashing me. Yes, Ethan?
The Boy: Mom, are you reading Jane Austen?
K: Yes, as a matter of fact I am. And if you splash me one more time, you are getting out of the tub. Do you understand?
The Boy: I unerstand, Mom. I unerstand. Mom, that’s Jane Austen?
K: It’s Emma. Jane Austen wrote it.
The Boy: Mom, when I get out of the tub, can we play with your Jane Austen doll?
K: Only if you promise to tell your father about it when he gets home.
The Boy: I tell him, Mom. I tell him we play Jane Austen.
K: That’s why I love you, buddy.Share on Facebook