...why I bought all those $1 Dover paperbacks and covered them carefully with contact paper--so Helen could pull the whole stack of Thornton W. Burgess children's classics down several times a day. She de-books the shelves regularly. I'm not sure whether she is delighting in pure badness or if she is searching for just the right story. Several weeks ago, she latched onto Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George, and paged through it very seriously on the recliner. Her attachment to that particular book lasted for several days. I became interested in it, and she grew territorial.
On another literary front, Owen is listening to Little House in the Big Woods. He snuggles into me while I read, and points at the pictures. "What's thay-at?" he asks in his cute southern accent. He is very interested in Laura, Mary, Ma and Pa, and their life in the woods of Wisconsin. Helen, however, tries to distract us while I read. Yesterday she threw toys up in the air and laughed a bad little laugh, then threw a sideways glance to see if she had our attention.
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That Helen makes me LAUGH!!!! Little bugger.
Israel is also himself a rabid de-booker. The two of them would make quite the destructive pair.
Must all kids go through that pull all the books off the shelf stage? My kids do it in spurts. It's kind of discouraging to have to pick up all the books, huh?
Ditto with Elena. At least she's currently leaving the adult books alone and simply destroying her own. Right now I have at least 5 books waiting some serious repair. *sigh*
Although, hearing you tell on Helen, it makes de-booking sound delightfully fun!
Helen, Helen, Helen . . .
I'm wondering about Shaunjoy with the adult books . . . ;) Glad the kid is finally leaving them alone. :)
It's pure badness, Joyce -- and apparently all kids featured in today's comment section(including mine)are afflicted. :) I promise -- they do it on PURPOSE to see just how exciting life can get.
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