Diana handed down a children's book to us that has biographical accounts of the childhood of the Bronte siblings (Emily of "Wuthering Heights" and Charlotte of "Jane Eyre" are two of them.) One of the many creative things they did was write their own tiny books (they sewed their bindings with needle and thread...obviously I am not above modernizing the technique.)
So we make tiny books, and honestly, I'm not sure who has more fun. I even wrote one about not picking your nose while eating lunch, which they thought was hilarious. I must soak up this phase. How much longer will my daughters think it is funny that we write tiny books together about the pitfalls of mealtime nose-picking?
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