Left to her own devices, she would be just as happy
lounging around and playing on her computer all summer long. That of course is
not an option when she enters the dreaded sphere of my parental control. We do stuff, all kinds of stuff. She often tells me I'm "annoying."
A few weeks ago, while having dinner, I asked her if she’d
ever heard of “Game of Thrones.”
“I’ve heard the kids at school talk about it,” she said, “but
I haven’t seen it.”
We discussed the fact that it probably isn’t appropriate for
her age but accepted the fact that she’s already been exposed to as much
already. Twilight and New Moon are not our parent’s vampire stories, if you
catch my drift.
“It has dragons in it,” I told her. I knew she would rise to
this bait. She loves dragons. Wait until she gets a load of the Calisi.
Anyway, we watched the first episode of the first season on
my iPad that night and that set the hook in. This afternoon I decided to
exploit the initiative. I purchased a paperback version of the book for her and
we sat outside in the screened in room with cool drinks and jumped right in. We won’t watch
any more episodes’ together until we’ve caught up to that point in the book.
We’ll see how this goes.
