It was peed on. Twice.
Remember George and the art book? There was a lot of that too. But, as unpleasant as it may be to ponder, I figure plenty of library books spend quality time in the loo.
But then it was peed on, and even though it cleaned up off the plastic cover quite nicely, I began to wonder if maybe it would be morally wrong to return it. Then it was peed on again--inside this time, on the pages. That's when I knew this book would become a permanent part of our family.
For weeks we've been renewing the book over and over, postponing the inevitable. Finally, today we bought the book.
We're out twenty bucks, but I owe my son's regularity (too much information?) to that book. I'm not sad it will still be around.
