Leave the ants be. That is the lesson.

My mom tells me that when I was young, I really really loved books. She tells these stories about endless and grueling hours trying to put me to bed while I insisted on "annuder storyyyyy". And she likes to mention quite often the period of time when I slept with piles of books in my bed. (I have a nightstand now, otherwise I probably still would.)

When I was small there were a few books that I would read over and over and over again. David and Dog, by Shirley Hughes. (I even named my own stuffed dog "Dog".) And then there was Henry's Awful Mistake by Robert Quackenbush, the story of Henry the duck who accidentally destroyed his WHOLE HOUSE because he was trying to kill an elusive ant. It was date night too, poor guy.


This book was a treasure to me.

Of course there were a myriad of other books. piles of them. My mom would take us to the library once a week and I would just go nuts. Which was a problem, because I had a tendency to lose library books in my mattress. I'm pretty sure my mom and I combined have paid for a whole new wing of the library with our late fines.

Years later when I volunteered at the same library, I found myself  shelving books in the children's section and I just... got lost. I found these amazing book friends that I hadn't seen in years and years. Cookies and Milk, Alfie Gives a Hand, heck, even the Stinky Cheese Man. I sat myself right down in the children's section, at age 17, and just inhaled those books. Oh, the memories.

Children's book week is the perfect time for you to revisit your childhood books. I know that sometimes it's just assumed that this week is for children, to encourage them to read and to celebrate kids being kids. But I suggest that it is ALSO a time for us adults to return to our childhood again, to visit our old friends like the Giving Tree, the Lorax, and the Berenstain Bears. They've really missed you. Go say hi.


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So, what do you think?