So, there are a lot of things that adults do that I don’t understand.  Like, for example, why does Mommy walk around all day drinking out of a cup and then when I try to share, she snatches it away and says, “No, honey, that’s too hot!” – what is that about?  If it’s too hot, then why are you drinking it?  And if it’s not too hot, then why aren’t you sharing?  Sharing is caring, remember?  I share with you every time I lick my hand and then wipe it on your face.  Would it kill you to practice what you preach?

Another thing I don’t understand: why does Daddy watch that show for hours every Sunday?  You know the one I mean?  The one where everyone is always running around on the striped grass and clunking heads and falling down?  And it lasts for, like, a month and a half?  I don’t get it.  (Mommy doesn’t get it either.)

But one thing that Mommy does that I do understand is reading books over and over again.  I always like to read my books over and over again.  Especially my favorites, like Tumble Bumble (I like the part about HOORAY!) and Bear Snores On (I like when the bear sneezes SPOILER ALERT).  I especially like it when Mommy lets me turn the pages.

Anyway, Mommy’s favorite book is Jane Eyre.  I know this because I have my own copy that we read ALL. THE. TIME.

This is a very interesting book.  It is about one governess (Jane) who has two trunks.  She lights three candles, which is dangerous.  (Mommy won’t explain why, though, because she says it would take too long.  Silly Mommy.  If it takes too long I’ll just cry or go to sleep on you, whatever.)  She lives in a place called Thornfield Hall, which has four towers.  I forget the rest.

This is me when I was little. LOOK AT ME READING.

Oh, right, and she teaches Adele with six chalkboards, which seems excessive to me.

Anyway, I really like this book because I like that there is a bird on every page and Mommy points to them for me and then I get to turn the pages, which is great.  But I noticed that my Jane Eyre book doesn’t look like Mommy’s Jane Eyre book.  Like, where are the bird pictures in Mommy’s book?  There are no pictures in Mommy’s book.  And she won’t let me turn the pages.  What gives?  Mommy says that we’re both reading Jane Eyre, but I think she’s just pretending.  LOL, Mommy pretending.

Lesson for parents: My book is better than yours.

Mommy says that if you want to buy the book, you can get it here or support your local indie bookstore.  Also, make sure you get the one with pictures, because the other one is boooooooooooring.