“Go Dog Go” has been a mighty popular book in this house for a while now. It’s generally brilliant, and for a precocious two-year-old obsessed with dogs, hats, and prepositional statements, there’s really nothing better. MJ knows most of it by heart, and at this point, so do we.
But my husband got a new spin on one page last night, while reading to Myra-Jean before bed:
They were discussing the various activities being depicted when Myra-Jean said:
“Look, Daddy. The blue dog is digging up paperwhites.”
Maybe I’ve had her out in the garden too much.
On the other hand, at least I haven’t asked her to pick up a jackhammer. Yet.