The other night, I was reading Gertrude a bedtime story and I couldn't get out more than three words at a time because she kept interrupting me. Apparently, she was really enjoying the illustration style of this particular book.
"Who drew this book?" she asked. I closed it and we looked at the cover.
"Robert Munsch wrote the words..." I said.
She giggled. "Ha ha! Munch!"
"Sheila McGraw drew the pictures."
"She colored them too! That makes them look very pretty."
I agreed, and tried to keep reading. Three words later she said, "Did someone draw this baby?"
There was a picture of a mother holding a baby wrapped up in a blanket, sitting in a rocking chair.
"Yes, they did!" I said. "Sheila McGraw drew this whole entire page and everything on it. The mom, the baby, the rocking chair..."
"How did she draw such a cute baby???"
"Well, like this, " I said. "Give me your finger."
She held out her pointer finger and I helped her trace it around the illustration. "This part of the baby is round like a circle. Then you'd draw a small little baby head. And that part connects to the mama's arm here..."
She had a fascinated look on her face.
When we finally got the end, Gert said very sweetly, "Good job, Mom! You read that book very beautifully!"
"Well, thank you," I said, somewhat amused.
She patted me. "That's my girl!"