I just finished reading Robert Heinlein's "Red Planet" to Monkeyboy as bedtime reading.
Now we're zipping through Foundation, by Isaac Asimov.
As a kid, I preferred Asimov.
As an adult, I now realize just how much better a writer Heinlein was.
Monkeyboy won't cop to a preference, but I notice that his current read-to-himself book is a Heinlein, taken from my shelf.
For those of you that know Heinlien's oeuvre, I've told Monkeyboy he can read any Asimov book at all, and any Heinlien book he can find in the elementary school library.
My copies of his later work, like The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Stranger in a Strange Land, or Time Enough for Love are on a high shelf. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. They're great books. But I'd like to hold off until at least teenage years before I start inviting the questions those books would raise.
The top 3 CD's for playing in the car on the way to Summer Sports Camp are, as chosen by the passenger: Let It Be, Instant Karma, and Magical Mystery Tour.
We argued on Sunday about why he can't have a Wii. (We already have a GameCube.)
The next thing I know, he's found an article on Wiki-How entitled "How to Convince Your Parents to Get a Wii."
I praised his computer skills to the high heavens. So much so that I think I soothed the hurt that came of the realization that he'd already thought of, and tried, all of the suggested strategems.
I quoted the English Philospher Michael Jagger to him, about the fact that "You Can't Always Get What You Want".
I think he's caught on that, when I claim to be quoting a philospher, it's usually a rock lyric.