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?
Pat the Cat is the far inferior book, if only because the boy is named Neddy.
Emmett preferred Pat the Stimpy, where instead of Daddy's scrubbly face you get to touch the Gritty Kitty Litter. Also, when you stick your finger in the hole it is not a ring, but Stimpy's nose.
ita is so mean. He has dreams you know!
It is no good for the community at large, and cannot be permitted. Plus pigeons are gross.
Finally got the project plan updated and sent out. Now if the two key parties who haven't responded to the invite for a meeting in less than two hours would just GET IN TOUCH WITH ME, it'd be great.
Of course he's not allowed to drive the bus.
Well, it seems obvious to you, but you have to teach kids these things.
why is he not allowed to drive the bus? can't we see if he is capable? what if it brings him joy?
As a mom with a daughter who would love to drive the car, I can attest that the genius of the book is that it gets kids to gleefully tell the pigeon "NO!"