It’s late. My family lies sleeping (or in various stages close to sleeping). Even the dog is snoring. And from each bedroom, I can hear the sounds of bedtime stories.
I guess you never outgrow those.
My son who plans to be a rich and famous novelist has an Artemis Fowl audio book playing on a karaoke machine borrowed from little sister. Little sister has drifted off to Eragon playing on an MP3 file on her laptop. And my husband’s laptop will soon go to sleep itself, having read him (and I guess, itself) Harry Potter 6 yet again.
Technology is wonderful – it’s brought the bedtime stories back into fashion in our house.
If I lie down now, I can still hear the good part.