You squeeze into the tiny chair and patiently listen as your child flips madly through the pages of the tiger book, exclaiming at full volume about the tiger’s fur and teeth and kidneys and pretty much whatever new image confronts him as he turns the page. After a few minutes (and more than a few sidelong glances, you can just tell), you offer the kid a deal: if he’ll follow you over to the “grown up” section, you’ll buy the tiger book and read it twice before bed tonight. After carefully deliberation, the kid agrees. Thank the Lord.
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