Today we took our monthly trip to the BIG library.  It's about an hours drive away, but has the most fantastic borrowing policies I've ever encountered, so we go there.  We can check out about a thousand books at once, so I usually let the boys pick out whatever they want to read.  Andrew, who is five, and I usually pick out books together, but today I uncustomarily went without a list, and I was in a hurry, so I told him to pick out some books he liked.  It wasn't long before I found him pulling off the shelf one of every book by Bill Peet that we haven't read yet. I laughed that he would pick that.  He sure knows what he likes.  And they must have been out of Curious George!