Over in the meadow

I was reading Parker books tonight. He is obviously glad to be home in his own bed again. Traveling is nice, but so is coming home, and all of the kids seemed sort of relieved tonight. Me and Rachel, too.

Anyway, I was reading books to Parker tonight, and had selected The Owl and the Pussycat, a classic. Judy brought this to Parker on one of her visits over the past year or two, and it's been with us for a while. It's a beautifully illustrated edition, and she brought him an equally well-illustrated copy of Over In The Meadow on the same visit, another popular classic around here.

We were taking our time with books tonight, chatting between pages, discussing the pictures and whatnot, and when we got to Owl and the Pussycat I asked him if he knew who had given him the book? We had just come from seeing Grandma Judy, and it seemed opportune.

I doubted he would remember since it had been so long ago. And he didn't remember. So I informed him that Grandma Judy had given him this book.

And at that point he grinned like the Cheshire cat and said, "And Over In The Meadow!"

Yep, that one, too.