Sunday, 22 February 2009

The Very Hungry Caterpillar


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I've been reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar to Erbie since he was about 3 months old. This morning, in a strange house with very noisy twin girls, Erbie got upset and needed to feel safe, he saw a their copy of Very Hungry Caterpillar on the bed and lunged towards it. I sat him on my knee and quietly read it to him in his ear, he calmed right down and started grabbing for the pages and smiling. I always start off with the title then 'for my sister Christa'.
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