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.
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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.
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".
All this talk of animals and modes of transportation now has me thinking of Toonces the cat, which I started thinking about last weekend because it was an answer to one of the questions on that VHI pop trivia show, which I found more boring than I would've thought given my unholy love of pop culture.
Too many relative clauses in the above sentence.
I am so loving the confessions of which baby books people have memorized. Because I was going to say to Aimee that Goodnight Moon is one of those books a parent could recite in her sleep.
What is really heart melting is listening to my daughter "read" the books to her brother, especially the books that we sing like I've Been Working on the Railroad, One Was Johnny, and Pierre. Egad, even thinking about Frances singing Pierre makes me gaga.
Of course he's not allowed to drive the bus. Please hit him to make him stop trying.
ita is so mean. He has dreams you know!
Pat the Cat is the far inferior book, if only because the boy is named Neddy.
why is he not allowed to drive the bus? can't we see if he is capable? what if it brings him joy?