i never heeded the old adage about judging a book by its cover. I can be suckered into just about anything with beautiful packaging. Shallow really, but sometimes it can be pleasantly surprising. So when picked this book up from our local library, it was purely for its simple, clean, yet vibrant illustrations. Upon reading the humourous tale about a dog trying to be good amidst temptation, it reminded me of a friend’s observation about my Boy: You can see he wants to be good; but he just can’t help himself. Even the Boy found the story amusing, as I’m sure he can relate to the constant struggle between what HE wants to do, and how WE expect him to behave. It opens up a discussion about impulse control beautifully decorated by Chris Haughton’s images. And the best part? The ending is left to the Boy’s imagination.
After a particularly exhausting afternoon at Science World, the hubby left his charge in search for a little pick-me-up. Popcorn for him, and despite the fact that he thinks its the worst thing anyone can put in their stomach, cotton candy for me, But he loves me, and I love cotton candy. I love the soft pastel colour. I love the fluffiness. I love the way it melts in my mouth. And I love the how it
gives me a sugar rush makes me happy. But this is not a fresh one on a stick, no. This was Candee Fluff in a plastic container. Despite this, I shrugged and decided to try it out. It disappeared in about 10 minutes. And I did not share with my equally sugar-obsessed offspring. Yes, my hubby really loves me.