At home, sitting on the floor of our bedroom because that’s where I had set the books last night after I recorded them and also where Reid sat and asked for them to be read to her:

• Duck by David Lloyd, I’m thinking that this book will join The Big Honey Hunt in the give-away box since I have such negative feelings toward it. Reid has many other books to choose from; and
• Chitter Chatter! (no author), the story of a bunch of animals who really need to listen carefully to details.

On the train we read:

• Mortimer by [1] Robert Munsch, with Reid supplying Mortimer’s “song”;
• Henry and the Cow Problem by Iona Whishaw, I do love the imagined ingenuity of the cows;
• Dinosaur Dreams by Kerry Westell, from which we learned that dinosaurs are very much like kids, dreaming about fingerpainting and kicking ice pieces and things of that sort rather than about eating the smaller dinosaurs;
• And You Can be the Cat by [2] Hazel Hutchins, with Norman who builds “a parapet (though he had no idea what a parapet was)”;
• The Fire Station by [1] Robert Munsch, the miniature version of which is very different and not as enjoyable as the full size one. Sheila is not the brave, devil-may-care ring leader encouraging Michael to be brave. Instead they are much more equal;
• A Friend Like You by [4] Roger Pare, any book starring cats is already a long way to being popular with our family; and
• Then, no books at the zoo, supper and Reid fell asleep on the way to the hotel (mind you, it was 9 o’clock).