When I began to think about the phrase “books and babies,” it immediately reconfigured in my head to the tune of “love and marriage.” “Books and babies, books and babies…” It got stuck in my head, which was unfortunate, because the next line to come to mind was “go together like a bat and rabies.” I’m not sure Frank Sinatra would approve. 417 more words
I might not be convinced that writing is truly therapeutic, but it sure beats watching another episode of Dora the Explorer again.
I know toddlers aren’t exactly discerning when it comes to plot lines, but building an entire series on telling the same story over and over seems a bit much. 88 more words