Book Fair Puppy Style

I busted a move on the dance floor at the elementary school book fair last night. I owned that gym. Sissy told me to stop. Last week I was still cool. This week I’ve become embarrassing. Yet I don’t feel any different at all.

Piper still let me dance, though, or at least shimmy a little in the book fair aisles as we searched for books. She was on a mission. “I will read books if there are puppies involved,” she declared. It’s not too tough at an elementary school book fair to find a book with puppies. This was our first prize:

You and I know there’s no such thing as a “perfect” Thanksgiving, but this darn puppy had to learn the hard way. First she bossed everyone around and then she got all puppy stressed about the decor. You know how it goes. You want things to be right. If they look right and taste right, suddenly your family will be less dysfunctional. We get you, perfect puppy. We’ve all been there. In the end, of course, the puppy’s Thanksgiving meal is a disaster but her family is good enough. Awwww.

But the real takeaway, besides the warm fuzzy message to just breathe, was the next book. I saw Piper’s eyes bulge as she examined it. “Mom,” she said, “I’ve found it. The book I’ve been waiting for my whole life.”

“Really?” I asked. “Your whole life? Wow. It must be special.”

“Oh, it is. Just look.” Then Piper held up the coveted page to me.

A puppy in a tutu? Wow. Just Wow. Not that is a perfect puppy for the Piper

Guest Blogger: Raold Dahl a.k.a. Sissy

Our guest blog is brought to you today by Sissy. Enjoy!

Okay. There’s no denying it. I love to read. I mean, if this were possible, I’d stop eating, sleeping, and going to school just to sit at home and read. Naturally, with a family full of academics, Piper’s should go on to be a great reader. But with a Piper, you can never tell.

Anyway, Piper’s certainly on the right track. Ever since I decided to be the author Roald Dahl (author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The BFG, Matilda, and more) for a school project, she’s become semi-interested in his books. Here’s me as Roald Dahl for the project, the wax museum:

The other day I decided to introduce Piper to one of Dahl’s less famous books, The Giraffe and The Pelly and Me.

Piper was enthralled. She loved every minute of it; the singing animals, the rich duke, the singing, the diamond burglar, the sweet shop, and all the singing (did I already say that?). Strangely enough, her favorite part was the robber.

“Why would he want to steal? He’s going to get caught. Duh.”

I answered as gently as I could. “Well Pipey, some people don’t make good choices.” Evidently, I didn’t need to.

“That robber should be locked up. Why didn’t his mommy yell at him?”

Well, just FYI, our mom does not yell. Don’t know where Piper got that. But evidently, in her mind, that solves everything.

Anyway, the book was a hit. She begged for me to read it every second of my free time and we finished it in three days. She asked me to re-read it the second I finished and wanted to borrow it. I still haven’t gotten it back. I’m now starting another Dahl book with her. Wish me luck.