So I decided to introduce my two-year-old son to the world of video games. Before you accuse me of hobbling my offspring’s mind, I’d like to point out that a) television is 2,000 times worse, so shove that up your Night Garden and b) I also decided to counterbalance the gaming with exposure to high culture. For every 10 minutes of Fruit Ninja during daylight hours, he’d get 10 pages of a critically acclaimed novel at bedtime. We’re currently halfway through The Magus by John Fowles, which he’s enjoying immensely. He finds some passages so moving that his protracted sobs drown out my reading completely, and when I return to the beginning of the chapter to start again, he leaps up screaming, trying to snatch the book out of my hands with delight.
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