So my mom, AKA "Grandma's my name, spoiling's my game," sends Alec this book. Although immediately intrigued by the bright, happy cow on the cover, he quickly starts whistling another tune when I open the book and a bevy of barnyard animals begin mooing, neighing, baaing and cock-a-doodley-dooing at quite a volume. "No," says Alec, backing away. I put the book down and he gingerly shoves it under the couch saying, "Bye." Over the course of the next couple of days, he occassionally peeks under the couch, only to back away saying, "Noise. Ah-muls. Bye." ("Ah-muls" is Alec-speak for "animals.") Then, yesterday, I pull it out and open it up again. It's like he wants to run away but he can't, he's fixated on this fascinating book. "Noise. Ah-muls. More." Now he won't let up. He keeps shoving the book in our hands saying, "Take, take," but then he backs up about three feet and waits excitedly for us to open it and release the barnyard sounds. Turns out he loves the book, just from a safe distance. This morning he made me get it out of the car where we'd left it the night before. "Noise? Ah-muls? Book?" ("Do you want me to get it out of the car?" I ask.) "OK, OK, OK!"
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Just like he loves his Great Auntie Wendie . . . from a safe distance!!!
I saw this book at Costco! Rhiannon was in a trance, but I didn't get it (this time...).
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