If I have to read Arthur‘s Halloween one more time in the next three months, I’m going to consider it.
I’m thrilled that my 3-year-old grandson loves stories. I think it’s pretty cool that our version of Arthur’s Halloween belonged to his daddy and is 27 years old. (Yep, I dated the books he got as a little kid.)
But we read Arthur’s Halloween at least three times per visit — before, between and after all the other books. He knows it so well now that I can’t even have a little fun and revise it on the fly because he knows if I’ve left something out or added something new. He even expects the same voices for Arthur, DW, Buster, Mrs. Tibble and everyone else.
Like I said, I’d hate to hurt an aardvark, but if I have to read it again any time soon, I’m gonna snatch out somebody’s hair. Wonder how he’d look bald?