Children as Slavemasters.
October 31, 2009
Of course, I’m older than dirt and we therefore didn’t have videos. When We Were Very Young. (We were barely allowed to watch TV, except for Walter Cronkite and, that one year Mom tried to Get Pop Culture, a bit of Star Trek.)
But IIRC when we were little we made her read us the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books so many times that the last time we asked her to, she wailed, “oh, please, God—no!”
We were taken aback, because we did not realize that the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle well could ever run dry, or that someone might get tired of reading those stories aloud over and over and over again, with dramatic, appropriate inflections and different voices for each character. (Mom was, after all, an educator who [though she won't admit it now] also taught kindergarten and Sunday School, and Gosh-knows-what-else until she settled down, finally, into the junior-high lifestyle. Which is a bit like settling down to a job digging ditches, according to some of my other teacher friends. But, to each his own.)
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