Last Night at Bedtime

Every night, the four of us get into my bed to read books. I bring in a stack of books to choose from and we each select one and "read" it.

Last night, I picked Whatever by William Bee which had just arrived from Amazon.

From School Library Journal
Billy can be very difficult to please. Indifferent to his father's attempts to engage or impress him, the child responds to each try with an unenthusiastic …whatever. Dad plays the world's curliest trumpet, bounces Billy off the bounciest castle, and even takes him on a trip to the edge of outer space. Yet each effort fails to garner more than the same bored reaction. After the world's hungriest tiger fails to scare the impassive youngster, the animal swallows Billy whole. Dad! I am still in here you know.... In a fitting turnabout comes Dad's reply, …whatever.
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This book is remarkably similar to Pierre, I Don't Care by Maurice Sendak, but we all got a good chuckle out of it.

Then Jordan read Bad Dog, Marley, an old favorite at our house. I use the term read loosely. She does an excellent job of telling the story using memory and pictorial cues.

After that Josh picked up Dig, Dig, Digging. He pick this one every night. He insists it is the only book he can "read." Ironic considering he is three and can't read a single word except for his own name. He opened the book, but then hesitated. My husband said, "Josh do you want to go, or do you want me to read mine first."

Josh looked at us with a straight face and said, "Whatever."