I’d say I’m pretty much a Junie B. Jones expert (the B. stands for Beatrice, but she doesn’t like Beatrice – just B.) For the last few weeks I’ve averaged a Junie B. Jones book a day. Sometimes before I go to work in the morning I have to read the previous night’s book over again – or at least a portion. Yes, these books are written for six year old girls to read to themselves, but I guess I didn’t want Harper to miss out on any of the fun. Yesterday afternoon Junie B. rolled into town and all of our hard work payed off. We knew all about the bus. When Harper saw it she said “there’s that meanie Jim” and of course Jim was right there in the back window of the bus. When Junie bounded onto the stage Harper didn’t run to the front of the room like all of the big kids, but she did stand on my lap the whole show then climb up onto my shoulders. Did she have a good time? I’d say so – even though she was wise to the fact that this wasn’t the real Junie B. she is still talking about the loud cymbals, the funny hats, and Mr. Woo the bus driver. And just so you aren’t confused this is Harper in the picture – not Junie. B.
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