Please join me while my head explodes, won't you, Dear Internets?
[I feel the need to say right off, that I know that what I am going to describe is NORMAL. I know that it is an important part of Grasshopper's development. I know that it is something that every toddler does. I indulge him, and I'm hoping that you readers will in turn indulge me.]
Grasshopper has a favorite book. It just might be the worst book ever. It's called Follow the Tow Truck. It is a TONKA book people. It doesn't even have an author. What it is does have is riveting dialogue like "The tow truck works hard day and night." [That's the sort of lonely sentence you find on each individual page] with pop-ups(!) of the tow truck fulfilling its destiny of carting around cars and motorcycles.
My son requests this book nearly every time I make the mistake of sitting down.
"Read me dis one Mommy, again!"
"Wouldn't you like to pick out another book, buddy? Maybe Blueberry's for Sal? You know ke-plink, ke-plank, ke-plunk?"
"No Mommy, dis one! Not udder one."
"How about Make Way for Ducklings?"
"No Mommy! Dis one. It my fuh-a-wit."
"Grasshopper, seriously, how about a Little Critter book? We love Little Critter, he has a plot!"
"DIS ONE!!!! RIGHT NOW!"
"Okay, okay, but only twice and then we'll pick another book."
I'm sure by now you all recognize where this is going. I have read Follow the Tow Truck twice with as much enthusiasm as I can muster [while Grasshopper recites every word along with me]. My child looks at me with excitement sparkling in his gorgeous brown eyes and demands, "Again! Mommy!"
And he is so cute, and it's really not that long of a book and so I read it, again. Our record so far is 9 readings in a row before my eyes rolled back in my head and I insisted on another book RIGHT NOW.
So he brought me Follow the Fire Truck.
I think I might have cried, just a little.