This morning I took my daughters to the library for the story time program. As I was unpacking them from the van, the maintenance man who’d been cleaning windows when we pulled in approached and began to tell me how important was to read to children. He told me he read to his son every day, even in the womb.
He then turned to walk away. “The most interesting thing I read to him,” he said, returning to his work, “was a book called Thus Spoke Zarathustra.”
Well, isn’t that nice.