It's band concert season again, and that means quite a few daddy-daughter nights for Charlotte and I. That also means we'll be hitting McDonald's a few times. Yea!
Unfortunately, the toys that come with the Happy Meals are notoriously bad. Usually they're just three dimensional advertisements for movies Charlotte hasn't heard of. "What's that?" is a typical response when I open and assemble the "toy".
So, I was surprised to find this book when I unpacked her Happy Meal last night.
The story's not bad, either. The last page even has a surprise. Here, Char wants to read it to you.
And Charlotte.
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