Today I asked Middle Child if he liked the Eragon series of books.
"Umm, I only read a little of the first one," he replied.
"Why?" I asked, quickly followed by Olaf's "Why?" This Middle Child of ours has a penchant for reading books several times over.
"Umm, umm, umm, I just didn't really get into it," he explained hesitantly.
"Why?" we asked again. "Did you not like it?"
"Umm, no, not really," he told us.
"Why?" we were flabbergasted! We hadn't met a book this kid didn't like, until today.
"Umm, umm, I just didn't like the writing," he tried to explain to us.
Olaf burst out laughing! "Oh, I've never heard that from anyone else in this family!"
Middle Child decided that maybe it was ok to not like a book. "Hee, hee! I guess that sounds like a certain girl in my family that isn't my grandmas or aunts or cousins or sister-in-laws."
"What?" we both asked, a little surprised about the last one.