When my wife’s parents bought this book and recorded themselves reading it (which is a clever idea), the intent was for my daughter to be able to open the book and listen to it read aloud without the assistance of another adult. This was not to be.
For reasons known only to her, Clara has determined that the book cannot be read alone. Someone must “read” it to her, which means my wife or I must sit beside her and turn the pages at the appropriate time, even though she is perfectly capable of turning the pages herself.
Talk about the best laid plans of mice and men.
Still, she can be pretty cute while listening to the book. She finds the last page, in which her Nani inserts her name into the story, especially funny. It almost always makes her laugh. Then she asks if we can hear the Peanuts singing (for reasons unknown) right before requesting that we “read” it to her again.
And again. And again.