Like Father, Like Daughter — Here in the Bonny Glen

November 21, 2008 @ 9:06 am | Filed under: Photos

This was Scott’s favorite book, too, when he was a little boy.

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Faith says:

This was my husband’s favorite book too!
Posted on November 21st, 2008 at 9:19 am
Cay G. says:

Oh, G-au-d! I remember that book!
Posted on November 21st, 2008 at 9:22 am
sarah (patience) says:

I love(d) that book too
Posted on November 21st, 2008 at 12:20 pm
Activities Coordinator says:

What’s not to love? All of those spots…!
Posted on November 21st, 2008 at 7:43 pm
Jenny in Ca says:

ooh, that was one of my favorites, too! I loved the spots, and I thought some of them looked like candy.
Posted on November 21st, 2008 at 11:08 pm
bean says:

this is a favorite around here, too. i have read this many, many times to my little ones. AND the story STILL makes sense if you skip every other page.
Posted on November 22nd, 2008 at 5:47 am
nina says:

It is a favorite here as well. Si likes the part at the beginning where the men are hauling the animal out and say “out out with you.” I can say that too him when he is pushing a limit and he will laugh and leave me alone (for about 20 seconds.)

If the “out out with you” has appeal, I highly recommend Aaaarrgghh! Spider! It has a little bit of “Out You Go.” and for some reason my kids think it is really funny.
Posted on November 24th, 2008 at 2:26 pm
charlotte says:

I love it too! And was deeply disappointed by the sequel.
Posted on November 24th, 2008 at 7:16 pm

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