Went looking for a birthday book for a friend’s child’s first birthday this year, and I have to say that although some of the possibilities looked abysmal (Pet the different parts of the dog and don’t pull his ears? Ugh.) There’s something about Sandra Boynton that I can’t resist.

We actually had trouble deciding which two books we wanted. My final decision was based upon which two would be most ridiculous for my friend to read (Barnyard Dance was the hands down winner there). However, more annoying for Michael, we again picked up Moo Baa La La La!

All the way home in the car I kept singing “moo baa la la la!” at which point Michael remembered that I’d done the same thing when we got this book for his niece, and was wondering why he let this happen again.

That’s what he gets for having such a bad memory.

MOO! BAA! LA! LA! LA!
MOO! BAA! LA! LA! LA!
MOO! BAA! LA! LA! LA!
MOO! BAA! LA! LA! LA!

tee hee!