“I’ll wait outside,” said my sixteen-year-old son after a brief glance inside the entryway of Curious George and Friends Bookstore in the heart of Harvard Square. I thought about arguing with him, but I knew I didn’t have a shot of getting him in there.
The problem was, it was a kids’ paradise and Max refuses to have anything to do with childish pursuits. Meanwhile, the other seven “kids” with me (ranging in age from 8 to 46) had happily raced inside.
Claire
Kim
