I’ve discovered that if you don’t want chocolate milk accidentally spilled on your books, you should probably not leave them littered on every surface of your abode. So this afternoon in lieu of doing anything really productive, I sat and put my books away while Liam and Nolie watched Wow Wow Wubbzy!
Nolan quickly tired of the show and turned his attention to me. He flipped through the books on the floor in front of the case. He ran his finger over each title and after a lot of deliberation he plucked a paperback of Charles Bukowski’s Post Office from the stack.
“You can’t read Bukowski,” I said to him.
“But I love Bukayski,” he said.
“You don’t love Bukowski,” I said.
“Yes I do.” He crossed his arms in front of him, the book on his lap.
“Here.” I handed him the giant hardcover edition of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. “You can keep this book.”
He looked at the front and then flipped it over to the back. “No, I hate this book.”
“I love Bacaseski.”
“He’s too grown up for you,” I said.
“NO HE’S NOT!”
“Fine read Bukowski, rot your brain, see if I care.”