My friend said he just buys junk books for his little kids. As a kid’s book author and illustrator who is eating cold chicken in its own water for breakfast while I blog in order to add a little more time to my day so I can redraw and rewrite my books, I quake inside.
Then it occurred to me; we’re kids MUCH longer than we are adults!
Except for a few years in my early twenties when I forced myself “to be grown up” and by this I mean I pretended not to want to play or to be delighted with wrapped up presents and cookies. Except for those years the peculiarities that were me at two are still me. Now they are simply modified. Just as importantly, the damage done and good love given that shaped me have not AT ALL CHANGED!
The two year old me stood with me at three and she was there at thirty just rendered down like strong soup or healed but remembered. Then all was focused into talents. In a few days I’ll be sixty three which means I will have been three longer than I was sixty two.
Not only are we kids longer than we are adults so love your kids and get them the best books.  nancymauerman.com