silly

A few weeks ago, I introduced The Boy to the library. "Library, meet The Boy. The Boy, meet Library". He chose three books that time, and we read those three books every nap time and bed time for the three weeks we were allowed to have them. He was exceedingly sad when we went back to return them. "But my like those books, Mommy. My keep those books". He was somewhat cheered up by the idea that we could get different books that day, next time we came we could get even more new books, and sometimes we could bring home a favorite book, too. He picked out three new books to bring home that day.... I believe it was last Thursday.

So, one of the three new books seemed to be the stand out favorite, and the other two have not been read as much. But, the "sheep book", as he calls it, has been read before every nap and every bed time since Thursday. Today is Tuesday, in case you're keeping track. So, tonight I read the sheep book before bed. I finished the story and I leaned in to kiss The Boy goodnight, and he says "My don't like that book, Mommy". He's very serious. What do you mean you don't like this book!?? How have I been reading it twice a day for all this time? You don't like it!!!?? Plus, why would you give a pet name to a book you don't like? Why have you been acting interested in it all this time?? Still...."My don't like that book".

I've been laughing about it all night... I guess another trip to the library is in the near future.