‘Nothing is ever as easy as it looks,’ he says.
‘But you’re making it harder on yourself. Let’s try something less taxing.’
He gives me a look that says he’s going to throw another tantrum unless I stop patronising him. Which won’t help with the reading.
‘Here,’ I say, pushing another book his way. One that’s a bit more appropriate for his level of literacy. He stops me.
‘It’s a children’s book.’
‘If you had to learn how to walk, would you start with running marathons?’
‘I am not a child.’
‘You won’t learn to read by starting with Shakespeare.’