Every morning, the kids and I talk about whatever’s on the front page of our newspaper during breakfast. They ask questions about whatever they think looks interesting, and I attempt to translate that into kid-speak. We check out the weather for the day (the kids are obsessed with making sure that they know what the high and low temperature is), and figure out what they should wear. They read the comics, or look at the ads.
I think it’s important for my kids to see me and landisdad reading the paper, and getting our sources of news from the written word, rather than the TV. So I was pretty depressed recently when our local paper filed for bankruptcy.
Getting a newspaper delivered every day (2 on Sunday, with the Times) is one of the hallmarks of adulthood for me. I don’t always have time to read the whole thing, but it’s still important to know that it’s there.
It seems like we’re very close to the day when there just aren’t any daily papers left, and I guess this crazy internet thing is here to stay. But it’s hard to imagine clustering around the laptop on the breakfast table, with the Potato asking, “what’s the high?”