Sadly, our two sons, ages 16 and 11, rarely fight over the newspaper.
Our older son sometimes reads high-school sports stories, and our younger son occasionally grabs the Sunday paper to use as a drop cloth when he manufactures slime in the kitchen. (If you aren’t familiar with home-made slime, ask any fifth- grader or visit the craft aisle at Walmart.) But they rarely fight for possession of the paper the way they would for, say, the last banana Popsicle in the freezer.
Nevertheless, the boys were uncharacteristically both grabbing for the Times Free Press last Sunday morning, which I found oddly satisfying. They had discovered that some of the Black Friday sales were already being publicized, and they are both mad for deeply discounted electronics.
It was in this context that the 11-year-old rushed up to me breathlessly.
“Daddy, will you take me to Electronics Express, right now? Please. Please. Please,” he said.
