Wednesday, October 5, 2011


Why didn't I go into children's literature?  Last night I read Whose Baby Am I?  about fourteen thousand times.  The premise is simple really, just show a picture of a baby animal, ask the title question, turn the page and see the larger, more grown up version of said animal.
Mr. John Butler, I'll bet you are laughing all the way to the bank.  

tagged under: why didn't I think of that?

1 comment:

  1. I don't know why, but my first instinct upon seeing the image of the book (before reading the post) was that it was about baby-daddies -- as in, mama got around and who is my real dad? I thought it was sort of inappropriate material.