Books like this make me want to (a) own a cute dog who can do flip-flop tricks! (b) live in a perfect French village where there are striped awnings adorning every window, fruit stalls on the streets, and tiny cafes where it is de rigeur for ladies to wear a hat and a suit to dine; (c) have a bath. Man, do I miss having a bath in the house (I do take a shower every day. Sometimes two. Shhh! Don't tell the water police, I'm under 155 a day, I swear!)
But the best part about a book like this is reliving the joys of it again with Grumbles. On the outside I may be patiently correcting her misread words, but on the inside I am doing a shared-book-love happy happy dance!