Kiddo#4, my tender three year old, has been exposed to dirty books. From the public library no less.
Kiddo#4: Mom? We go library today and get a dirty book!
I’m fairly open-minded, and I believe a three-year-old is fully capable of selecting his own library books, as was my mother before me, so I said…
Me: Of course, sweetie.
Shameful and shocking. But it’s a great book, and I’m going to go out on a limb and recommend it. Now if only my branch can locate their copy of “I Stink,” my kiddo will be totally thrilled.
Although I wish he hadn’t declared the above as we were leaving the Post Offal.