When I was a kid, I loved the book, Lord of the Flies. I thought that my oldest boys would enjoy it also. So I dug it out and invited my two nine-year-olds to come and let me read a story to them. I planned that we would do this over a series of several nights, each one more exciting than the last.
They usually love it when I tell them stories. Of course those are home-made and are pretty ridiculous.
Anyhow, the boys are lying on the floor and I'm on the couch. I'm reading to them for about - maybe five minutes when Riley says, "Dad, you should try this again when we're older."
With that, they ran upstairs and out the door.