Ugh. Sigh.

We were leaving the library and a book on the floor caught Duncan's eye. It was a Goosebumps book. He liked it because of the monster on the cover. It HAD to come home with us. Mark said he didn't want to discourage Duncan by nixing the book, and so, now he's sitting on the living room floor with a boy in his lap and a girl cuddled next to him, reading from R. L. Stine. Joy. I guess it was a vain hope that we could skate by without ever reading those? Sigh.