The always-ending story

My two-year-old refers to books as “the end”. Sing-songy, up-down. “The end.” If he wants a book he will point to it and say “the end”. Walking down the aisles of a bookstore a few weekends ago was an endless parade of “the end, the end, the end.”

In addition to being cute, this is also useful since ending a story — and being able to say “the end” — is the best part for him. So you never have to worry if you’re not up for reading a longish story. Just quickly proceed to “the end.”

However, I’m not sure he’ll be as interested in the looping, sometimes endless hypertext fiction as I am.

The end.