If I have to.

After quiet time, I often, when I feel generous, read a book to Nathan. After all, he takes them to bed to read, and usually want at least one of them explained or read to him once he is released from his hour of boredom.

Today I read one. He was looking out the window about half the time. I thought it was because he knew the pictures by heart.

But then, as soon as I was done.
"Mommy, can I play outside on the driveway?"
"Yes."
"On the driveway, Mom?"
"Yes, I heard you."
(But did you hear me?)

And I thought I was doing him a favour.