O.k. so thanks to Disurbonce for the book suggestion. I went to the library and found the edition with which I was familiar and read it to the FYO with great anticipation.
It was a little late in the day (8 p.m.) and we were snuggled in with some milk and a cookie.
I was reading away, hoping that she could tolerate the long-on-words/short-on-pictures story.
We got to the part where they were going to burn the shabby, well-loved rabitt after the boy's bout with scarlet fever when I hear a few sniffles coming from the FYO laying on my chest.
Are you okay?
Its so SAD!
Don't worry. It'll get better!
Turns out she was totally paying attention and promptly reported about the possibilities of REALNESS to BioMom this morning!
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This was my favorite book when I was a kid, but it makes pseudonymous kid bawl. He can't stand sad stories.
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