July 3, 2012
Times have changed. A helluva lot.
Back when I was a kid, a bedtime story was when all the kids hopped onto their beds and their parents read them a story from a book make of. . . . wait for it . . . . PAPER!
These days, books come in the form of tablets. And not a tablet of the pill-popping kind. These days, you can read your books on iPads and Kindles. Electronic book stores, all contained on one brilliant combination of metal, carbon, and glass. No more book shelves, no more bookmarks, no more night lights. The tablet has done away with all of those. Now, you can store up to 30,000 books on one of these gadgets. Seriously, I don’t think I will read 30,000 books in the remainder of my lifetime, but there’s enough storage just in case.
In our house though, we do proper books. So whilst Julian had fun with his two little girls tonight, checking out the iPad in the dark after bath time, when it was story time the iPad made a hasty retreat and was replaced by a couple of real books made out of paper.
There’s really no comparison. Just call me old fashioned.