Dad's reading you Homer's Odyssey (the Mary Pope Osborne version). Today in the bathtub you pretended your Diego toy was Odysseus and he was on an adventure on his boat (it was really an empty applesauce cup). Then he turned back into Diego again.

Before The Odyssey Dad read you The Wind in the Willows. You named your toy frog, "Toad."

And before that you guys read, "Peter Pan." A couple weeks later we were at the grocery store and I asked you to grab a jar of peanut butter and put it in the basket. You grabbed what was at your arm level...and a few days later at home you noticed it had a picture of Peter Pan on it with pixie dust sparkling all around him. Then you wanted me to tell you the Peter Pan story.

I grabbed a fun biography of Benjamin Franklin off the shelf in the children's section. You weren't really interested in that one at first, probably because it was illustrated in brown and looked like it might be boring. I don't usually like boring-looking books either. But your interest was piqued on the page where Ben tried all kinds of new things like swimming (naked!) with his ankles tied together. Then he tried strapping boards to his feet to get more leverage in the water...by doing that he invented flippers! Well we all enjoyed that book so much that we checked out another Jean Fritz book, "Why Don't You Get a Horse, Sam Adams?"

Books, books, books.

Oh, and before that Dad read you the Great Illustrated Classics versions of Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer, The Time Machine, Around the World in 80 Days...

Good-bye, Clifford & Berenstain Bears! (I hope.)