
I love children's books. I love the fun creative pictures. I love the stories that teach a great lesson. I love the stories that are just plain silly. I love everything about them.
For years I have been collecting children's books.
I anticipated the day when I would sit and enjoy them with my children.

Cal has several books in his room, but he loves to go into the office and pull these books off the shelf. He is a quick worker, and before I know it he is knee deep in a pile of books. We often read together, but sometimes I peek around the corner and watch him explore on his own. He'll turn the pages, study certain pictures and even get a taste of things I suppose look delicious to him. :)
Yesterday I saw him head into the office and knew he would be busy for a while. I was next door in the bathroom getting ready for the day when I suddenly heard the very distinct sound of ripping paper. Cal is not always gentle with the books, but he has never ripped pages before.
I headed into the office to check out the damage. He pulled off the jackets of several books and tore them in half. Did I mention he is a quick worker?
I held up the pieces and he looked at me with a very proud look on his face. In a serious voice I said to him, "Calan, honey that's a no-no." He began to shake his head, no-no as he picked up another piece to rip. We gathered up the pieces and put them into the garbage.
My heart sank for just a moment seeing the pieces in the trash, but then I remembered buying these books and dreaming about this very day.
Dreams do come true... and it's better than I could have ever imagined!
And besides, why does a book need a jacket anyway??