Wednesday, 11 March 2009

NEW Pop up version


The Very Hungry Caterpillar pop up book is out.
The 40th anniversary edition of this book. I am looking forward to seeing it, but think I can hold off buying it for Erbie just yet, I'm still trying to read the simple version to him without him trying to eat the pages.
Posted by westendmum at 22:30

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