This morning John sent me a text that said, "Morning! John" (the other one) "apologized for his wife, he said she is motherly to strangers even... uber-mother instinct I guess" because at the party the other John's wife asked me what I wanted to do with my life and basically what I wanted to be when I grew up, but it wasn't offensive at all. So I can just imagine the horrible conversation where John told John his wife offended me. Ugh.
I just bought my nephew and neices these books for Christmas (and can highly recommend them)...
Flotsam by David Wiesner
Mommy?, Maurice Sendak's first pop-up book (which I just discovered is ten dollars cheaper online than it was in Barnes and Noble... crap.)
That's not my dinosaur...
and That's not my puppy... by F. Watts and R. Wells.
My neice, who is two, really loves Good Night, Gorilla and likes finding the balloon and the banana, so hopefully she'll enjoy the mouse in the That's not my (fill in the blank)... books.
I love love love touch and feel books. (Almost as much scratch and sniff books, but not nearly as much as pop-up books.)
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