Raising Children: A Narrative Fiction

“Josie! Eli! We’re going to the store!” My voice bellowed through the house. Although the children were around, they didn’t answer my call. It was too typical of them to do this. I began my routine search for them throughout the rooms. As I passed through the kitchen, I was confronted by my wife, Jolice.
"Robert, have you finished fixing my rocking chair yet? I'm gonna break my legs if I have to stand around any longer!" She nagged sarcastically.
"I'm on my way to town in a little bit. I'll speak to the carpenter when I'm there. Where are the kids?"
"Where do you think they are? Upstairs huddling around that stupid book you bought them. I swear they've read it about a hundred times by now."
"Reading is good for them. Not every colored kid in this day and age gets a chance to read, you know."
"You and I certainly didn't. You spoil them too much, I tell you!"
"Whatever. I'm going to grab the kids and then I'll be off to town." I told her, despite her previous comment.

Jolice and I always had different views of raising children, and sometimes it lead to drawn out arguments on morality and responsibility. Although we have our troubles, I think we do a good job raising the children, even if I spoil them every once and awhile. Recently, I took them to the library in town to get them a book, hoping that they might be able to learn more in those books than they do at school. They picked a book written by George Washington, called Rules of Civility. I can't see why Josie would find an interest in the book, considering that she is a lady, but nevertheless, she still marvels over the books