Our young son loves The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats. It’s a good thing I also love this book, because he and I have read it, oh, 300 times in the last month. Give or take.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” Ben says as I turn the page.
“That’s right!” I say. “’Crunch, crunch, crunch, his feet sank into the snow…’”
It’s been a busy day for children’s book out there in Catholic bloggy land. Besides my article (with my misspelling of “piqued,” garh), check these out: