Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Tuesday, 15 August 2017
Children in the library
I will tell you an anecdote that unfortunately did not happen to me. What is even more unfortunate is that I did not even witness it. It happened to my wife and little Wolfie when they went to the local library. I seldom go there nowadays, back when we lived closer to it I tried to go as often as I could. But anyway my wife and our son went today and my wife decided to read a bit of story to Wolfie in the children section. He sat on her knees and as she was reading aloud to him, a few young children stopped by, sat down and listened to her. A little girl even told her the story was really nice. Apparently, some mothers did not seem too keen so see their kids get into such distraction. We suspect it is because they don't really share like this with their children the experience of reading, they don't make it a family activity. No wonder so few people read these days, if they are raised like this. Moral of the story: I wish I had been there. Especially since Wolfie is always an avid reader.