Anyway, among the stash of salvaged books are some classics that have been read a million times; there was also "My Favorite Thing." Not necessarily a masterpiece, but one I definitely remember fondly.
The other day Lucy was digging through the stash and handed this very book to my mom for her to read to her. I was looking over their shoulders as they read and when they turned to the last page I said, "WHAT is that?!"
If you can't make out exactly what is going on here, I can help. The last page of the book asks, "Now, what is YOUR favorite thing?" I assume this is where normal kids shout "ice cream!" and "unicorns!" and "Daddy!" Well, not me. At some point, I had taken it upon myself to ink my response AND sign my name in case there was any confusion.
And my favorite thing? "Is to lay down."
And there you have it, folks.