Tonight, while watching "Jeopardy" with the boys, Lidia and I thought we'd aced the "Kid Lit" category (after yours truly cleaned up on "Superhero Movies", of course) until we tanked on the $1000 question--the answer for which turned out to be Eric Carle's 1969 classic "The Very Hungry Caterpillar".Turns out we HAD the book upstairs, but hadn't actually yet read it to Nathaniel and Carter, who until now have had to make due with their father's meandering ramblings about whatever occurred to him at the moment (I'd attempted to read the boys the latest issue of "Astonishing X-Men", but even I had no idea what was going on). We've got a near-complete collection of Maurice Sendak, some choice Munsch titles thanks to Jackie, a Beatrix Pottery anthology, and a smattering of other titles that we'll soon expand into a library of Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein, A.A. Milne, Lewis Carroll, and other essentials. And if we run out of material, Dad can aalways read the boys the screenplay he was commissioned to write at the age of 23 that still hasn't been made into a movie...
Lidia read while I snapped photos. The boys seemed to enjoy the tale of the gluttonous insect, but I doubt we were any match for the soothing intonations of Alex Trebek...
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