I got Pete a volume of Roald Dahl's short stories after I saw that a whole shelf in his childhood bedroom was filled with tattered copies of Dahl's children's books. These have a similar flavor, and are thoroughly creepy and have plenty of twists. As we drove to and from the city yesterday, I read a few to him. I have a feeling we've started a tradition.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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