I quoted from “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” tonight when Blaine asked for the television remote and the cabinet containing the television was closed. My husband looked at me, puzzled. It would seem he’s not up on his children’s fiction and has never read the book. If I’d have quoted Shakespeare or C. S. Lewis, he’d have nodded and known immediately the work from which I pulled my words. If it had been from an older piece of fiction, he’d have studied it in high school or college. But no. I’m reduced to mostly recent children’s fiction, and rather shallow ones at that.
I’m sure his heart went pitter patter at my words, though.
Or he just smiled at me because I knew what he needed before he even asked.
I’m betting on the last one.