We bought a copy of Pat the Bunny for Calder when he was a baby. (I always thought the book was about a bunny named Pat, until I read it and found that the title is more of a command, i.e. “Hey, baby, pat the bunny!”) The book was one of his favourites, though I think he preferred Goodnight Moon.
Well, Jake’s love of the book is bordering on obsession. The book is now in tatters because he drags is around with him, trying to find someone to read it to him. Everytime he sees Andrew sitting down, he thinks, “Hey, he can read to me now!” and scoots off to get his book. He even “reads” it by himself now.
I can’t bring myself to buy a new copy because this one has been so well loved and because the horrible scent of the “smell the flowers” page has faded over the years (it smells like urinal cakes – a smell I associate with my first part-time job working the overnight shift at a donut shop. The worst part of my job was cleaning the washrooms).
