They brought back great bedtime memories for me with my folks and grandparents.
One of the books, Alexander, is about a misbehaving horse.
I opened the book up and saw my name written neatly in the corner (by my mom, of course). Not to be outdone, I had taken crayons and pencil and scribbled all inside the front and back covers. Now I know where Big E gets THAT from.
As Big E snuggled up next to me, I began to read.
I was shocked to see that in the story, the little boy's father smokes a smelly pipe for the duration of the story. In every illustration, he's got a tight grip on that thing.
As was the case in Make Way for Ducklings, I immediately checked the publishing date.
Ah, that explains it.
I have no problem reading the book to Big E. My parents read it to me and I certainly don't walk around smoking a pipe all day.
Although, I'd be way cooler if I did.
I just find it interesting to see how we have evolved. That would never fly in a children's book written today.
OK, I'm done writing for tonight.
My copy isn't this well preserved. It looks like I may have eaten the spine at some point.