“Josie! Eli! We’re going to the store!” My voice bellowed through the house. Although the children were around, they didn’t answer my call. It was too typical of them to do this. I began my routine search for them throughout the rooms. As I passed through the kitchen, I was confronted by my wife, Jolice. "Robert, have you finished fixing my rocking chair yet? I'm gonna break my legs if I have to stand around any longer!" She nagged sarcastically. "I'm on my way to town in a little bit. I'll speak to the carpenter when I'm there. Where are the kids?" "Where do you think they are? Upstairs huddling around that stupid book you bought them. I swear they've read it about a hundred times by now." "Reading is good for them. Not every colored kid in this day and age gets a chance to read, you know." "You and I certainly didn't. You spoil them too much, I tell you!" "Whatever. I'm going to grab the kids and then I'll be off to town." I told her, despite her previous comment. …show more content…
Jolice and I always had different views of raising children, and sometimes it lead to drawn out arguments on morality and responsibility. Although we have our troubles, I think we do a good job raising the children, even if I spoil them every once and awhile. Recently, I took them to the library in town to get them a book, hoping that they might be able to learn more in those books than they do at school. They picked a book written by George Washington, called Rules of Civility. I can't see why Josie would find an interest in the book, considering that she is a lady, but nevertheless, she still marvels over the books