Once again, I massacre another classic of children’s literature, but it’s not from being tired of it. Sure, you end up reading these books over and over, but I do want to be in the habit of reading the actual book because, in ways I can’t completely comprehend, the boy’s understanding more and more. I’m pretty sure this version came about because he was messing with the book – turning pages randomly, trying to eat it – and I figured, what the heck?
This was also at a time when our lawn had gotten out of hand in a jungle-like fashion. I really though I might mow a maze in it and see if the boy could find his way out.
Good one John.
Thanks, Rasa.
Are you ever going to tell us what the roll of toilet paper was about? I still want to know!
Yes. I have it all written up just haven’t posted it. I will soon