Friday, February 22, 2008

Take me out to the...library

We have achieved yet another milestone here at Chez Larson-Wyckoff. Yesterday William checked out his first library book. I'm so proud! Yes, the way you know someone is a big old book geek is when they get a little misty-eyed at the sight of their child clutching a library book of their very own.

The book in question, which is Dooby Dooby Moo, came highly recommended by William's pal Leland. She typically has good taste, so we decided to give this one a whirl. Let's see, the book has been in our possession for about 30 hours now, and I've read it....three times, and David's read it at least twice, and Diane got sucked into reading it last night...and the night's not over yet.

In fact, this is what's going on downstairs at this very minute:



















At this very minute, William is singing, "Moo moo moo," and his dad is singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." But I won't tell you why. I don't want to give away the plot.

I'm not going to think about what could happen when William discovers that we have to take the book back to the library. I've got two weeks to figure that one out.

4 comments:

natalie said...

Yay for library cards! And yeah, it might be a bit difficult to take the new book back, but at least he'll get to get another one!

Anonymous said...

That is a very, very good book! It does help, however, if the reader has at least a slight ability to carry a tune. Alas, this reader does not, but William didn't seem to mind.

with love,
Dee Dee

Anonymous said...

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Meow,
Corky

JenFen said...

Good luck taking the book back. The first time I did that with Jake, the trip back to the library was immediately followed by a trip to the bookstore to buy the book that we had just returned - That's not my truck.