While I may have complained a bit about the whole Care Bears situation, that isn't—of course—the whole story. Because the young gentleman in question and I also had a fine time reading a book that I can only describe as excellent.
It's been a long long time since I read a lift-the-flap book. And I am here to tell you that they are still awesome. Who doesn't want to know what's behind the flap? It's like an Advent Calendar for everyone! And I can tell you that the young gentleman in question found every single illustration in this book hilarious! Who's there? IT'S A CHICKEN!!!!!!!! I can't quite convey the glee, even with all caps and multiple exclamation points.
I mean, I would get tired of reading them on my own (I think) but to read to a kid? A little guy? Perfection.
And, if the truth must be known (as, of course, it must) he wasn't the only one who was interested, nay, intrigued by what lay behind the flaps. First the 7-year-old drifted nonchalantly over, then the 10-year-old, until the 13-year-old joined them as well. And they were, of course, nice enough to let him lift the flaps, but it wasn't because they didn't want to. And, if we're going all out on honesty here, when his tiny finger struggled for a while the the barn door (A PENGUIN! Or whatever) I wasn't above, "Do you need some help with that flap, kid?"
"Are you sure?" My fingers were itching to lift that damn flap.
So why do we all want to do this? (I'm pretending that I'm not the only one who covets lifting the tiny flaps, OK?) Is this some universal human compulsion? It must be, right? And when will someone find the miraculous material that can withstand the rigors of the most enthusiastic readers in the known world? (Alas poor Wheels on the Bus, we knew ye well….)
Any answers to these burning questions will be much appreciated.