~\o is this the little boy, etc. etc. ~\o
My rapidly growing little boy despises picture books these days. I brought home Where is Christmas, Jesse Bear? from the library, because it has been a perennial favorite, and he gave it the most WTF?! look I've ever seen. As if I'd handed him a baby bottle and told him it was dinner.
Now he's off reading The Hobbit. Isn't there any middle ground? Is he going to just completely skip the Melendys and the Moffats and Chester and Tucker, or even the more modern equivalents thereof? I suppose it's in his genes to love high fantasy, he was born to be a geek, but gosh, he is missing out on a lot.
Now back to the Herculean task of cleaning out his picture books. Which takes forever, because of all the awwing and sighing. On my part, that is.
Now he's off reading The Hobbit. Isn't there any middle ground? Is he going to just completely skip the Melendys and the Moffats and Chester and Tucker, or even the more modern equivalents thereof? I suppose it's in his genes to love high fantasy, he was born to be a geek, but gosh, he is missing out on a lot.
Now back to the Herculean task of cleaning out his picture books. Which takes forever, because of all the awwing and sighing. On my part, that is.
Labels: my wonderful boy, personal blather