Once in a while, Katey and I pick a library and spend an afternoon there, reading picture books to each other. Sometimes, they're familiar--in our first session, I got choked up reading my favorite book (The Polar Express)--but more often, they're books that struck as us funny or interesting or profound when we thumbed through them earlier that day.
Yesterday, we had one such session. I read a book about Irish step dance (complete with accents), a short biography of Babe Ruth (Boooooooooooooooooo), an Arab fairy tale about camels, a book about winter and finally, today's review subject.
I have many fond memories of my maternal grandparents. We lived in Oregon near them and would have outings to Eagle Creek, where we would have pancakes and sausages and go fishing. On my sixth birthday, Grandma had me stay overnight and taught me how to use a typewriter. Even when we moved to Massachusetts, Grandma and Grandpa Nelson would come to visit and Grandpa would almost always fix something around the house.
This book, therefore, amused me greatly. It instructs children on how to feed, entertain and comfort their elderly guest. It even deals with how to calm a grandpa who has separation anxiety. It shows "empathy" for Grandpa's need for a nap and understanding of what grandparents really treasure about their hosts.
And don't tell him, but I'm totally getting this book for my dad to keep around the house for when my nephews and nieces visit.