story review: Chicka Chicka Boom Boom

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Moose is in love with this story.
For me, it's a walk down memory lane straight back to Kindergarten. I remember sitting on the carpet while my teacher read this to us.
And now, I LOVE to read it to Moose.
It's so fun with its "skit skat skoodle doot, flip flop flee." And not that Moose knows his alphabet, but I love to read it because I think it will help him out some day when I am teaching him.
For now, we just love the colors and words and fun fun fun of the book.

If you've never read it, please go to your local library to check it out. If you remember it from your glory days, please read it to your kids (or grandkids or neighbor kids or siblings...or to yourself).

Comments

Aubrey said…
I have never read this! Sounds like a fun book. I will have to check it out for my toddler!
March 18, 2009 at 11:16 AM
JustAGirl said…
all i remember about kindergarten is Brent and hiding under the teachers desk so she couldn't find me
March 19, 2009 at 10:15 PM
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