Forget the Steve Martin movies; the original 1948 book is where the real soul is. It’s a collection of vignettes about growing up in a house that was essentially a laboratory for 'motion study' engineering.
While it’s a 'classic,' it avoids being dry or preachy. It’s mostly just a hilarious look at a dad who was obsessed with saving time and the twelve kids who had to deal with him. It’s a bit of a time capsule, so you’ll have to explain why they’re excited about a new 'Victrola,' but the family dynamics are timeless.






