Bookworm

“For Heaven’s sake, Chris, why can’t you talk to me once in a while?” Julie whined.

“What?” Chris replied.

“Look around!” Julie yelled, as she pointed around the room.

“Look at all these books! You always have your head buried in a book! You don’t even seem to know I’m alive!”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Chris said.

“Sometimes I wish I were a book.

Maybe then you’d at least look at me!” Julie exclaimed.

“Hmmmm,” Chris mumbled, “that’s not such a bad idea.

Then I could take you to the library every few days and change you for something more interesting.”