It’s Friday, folks!   We’ve made it through another week!  What ya’ say we end with a little fun…

We’ve played it before, it’s time to play it again!  The One Thing!!

Could I use more exclamation marks in the above 5 sentences?  I think not!!

Today’s topic:  Books.

What is the one book from your childhood that you loved?  You know the one.  You read it over and over.  Here goes!  (I’m including Snake’s response because he was watching me type this.)

Snake:  Leonardo the Terrible Monster.  It’s funny.  I like that the one thing he’s the most terrible at is being a monster.  And he keeps saying he’s going to scare the tuna salad out of the little boy.  My favorite page is the one where the little boy is complaining and it fills up the whole page.

Jenny:  My favorite has to be The Twits by Roald Dahl.  It’s one of those books that is purely for entertainment.  There are no grand lessons to be learned from it.  It’s gross, irreverant, and the main characters, Mr. and Mrs. Twit, are plain evil.  I remember being delighted by the descriptions of the things lurking in Mr. Twit’s beard (tinned sardines, stilton cheese, and corn flakes) or the places Mrs. Twit would put her glass eye to frighten Mr. Twit.  They were paranoid and mean and I spent the majority of the book rooting for the Muggle-Wumps to get even.  So, there you have it.  My favorite childhood read.

Megan: Ahh.  Roald Dahl!  Good one, Jen.  And Snake, I’m totally going to start saying “scare the tuna salad” out of someone – that is awesome.    My favorite book from childhood was Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder.  For whatever reasons (and probably the same reasons I shopped in the “Pretty Plus” section for school clothes), I really liked all the descriptions of food.  The homemade doughnuts.  The chicken pie with the flaky crust.  The thick slices of cheese and the popcorn and the multiple pie choices.  Did I mention “multiple pie choices”?  I couldn’t even fathom pie choices after a meal.  It read like an idealized and perfect childhood (which, as I got older and learned more about the real Laura Ingalls, made a lot of sense) and was a perfect escape.  All the Little House books shaped my childhood, but this was the one I turned to for pure pleasure and joy.  And again…pie choices.  Enough said.

Jenny (again!):  I totally knew you were going to say Farmer Boy!!!  I know you so well!

Megan (again!): I’m predictable, Jen.  Unlike pie choices, which are exciting and unpredictable…