Childless her, so most of those titles go right by me. However, years ago I spotted "The Runaway Bunny" in a store and mentioned it to a friend, who bought it for her nephew (age maybe two). Well, she read it to him. And he carried it to another adult and asked that they read it to him. Seemingly he spent the next couple of days having people read it to him over and over and over ....
'Trash'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
even without kids everyone needs to read Dont Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus.
When I worked at the library, I fell in love with the books "The True Story of the Three Little Pigs," "Tuesdays," and "Tacky the Penguin." Tacky is especially fun!
you know what's annoying? when the university offers free software, but no fucking documentation, not even a pdf on the website or something. ugh. can anyone recommend a good Front Page book?
even without kids everyone needs to read Dont Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus.
I heartily agree. The Pigeon Finds A Hot Dog, while a decent sequel, isn't in the same class.
I've just started reading Owen Shel Silverstein poetry before bedtime--which appropo of the BW discussion, includes They Put a Brassier on the Camel.
I never had issues with total strangers watching me nurse. It was acquaintences that made ME uncomfortable. People I sort of knew, but not well, but that I would have to look in the eye again at some point. This, of course, was a total ME thing.
Front Page? shudder ... poor baby.
We put Sharepoint on our web site, so I had to learn enough to run that - the 2002 version. I used the "inside out" book and it helped.
Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus set off some conformist knee jerk reaction in me.
Of course he's not allowed to drive the bus. Please hit him to make him stop trying.
Of course he's not allowed to drive the bus. Please hit him to make him stop trying.
I have a somewhat similar recation to the joke "Why can't an elephant ride a bike? Because he doesn't have any thumbs to ring the bell."
No bike I ever owned had a bell, so even as a kid, I hated that joke.
Okay, maybe it's a totally different reaction to an utterly dissimilar situation, but I thought about it just now.
Oh, and the woman who wrote "Pat the Bunny" went to my college, so every time there's a new edition, there's a mention on the "Alumni Publications" page. Ditto for her daught, who wrote "Pat the Cat".