Yesterday, a dark purple blanket with my toddler beneath it came running into the kitchen calling, "Roaar! I'm a monstee! I'm going to eat you."
And my sweet daughter bit me through the blanket -- not terribly hard, but definitely hard enough that I knew this "monstee" meant business. I pulled her away from my leg and said, "Bootsie, I don't want to play that game."
Clearly, I didn't get my message across because she lunged at my leg again with another, "Roaar!"
This time I yanked the blanket off her head, looked her straight in the eye and said, "I am a PALEONTOLOGIST! Would you like to play?"
A wicked grin lit up her face as she cried, "Yes! I AM BOOTSIE BARKER!"
Some of the best jokes come from inside books.
Check out Bootsie Barker Bites
by Barbara Bottner
illustrated by Peggy Rathman