Juliette loves this book.
She likes to play with it by herself, although when she can't get the pages to open up she gets so mad she screams.
And then last night I read it to her for the first time. Each page has a photograph of a different kind of truck, along with a label - i.e., fire truck, mail truck, and so on.
I was getting sort of animated, reading the truck names in funny voices. When I got to the last truck - concrete mixer - I tapped the book and said it in my best baritone.
And Juliette nearly LOST it she laughed so hard.
So I said it again. And again. And again.
CONCRETE MIXER! CONCRETE MIXER! CONCRETE MIXER!
She laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. And laughed some more. It was just about the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life.
Part of me wishes the Flip had been on hand, to capture her gigglefit. But at the same time, do I really need a recording of me sounding like a complete lunatic, chanting concrete mixer? And besides, I think this is one of those memories that will be etched in my mind for good.