Child
Have now had Thanksgiving dinner, seen our 3-year-old nephew for the first time in a year and a half, and gone for a post-dinner walk with said nephew down the road in the state park next to my in-laws’ house, to view the water treatment plant. Which was a fine treat for the nephew who has hit the fascination with scatalogical topics stage with a bang.
Hence Terry Pratchett’s World of Poo book is now in order for Christmas. It’s really a bit over his age range, but he will enjoy his parents reading it to him.
