
Cadence loves her books. Just recently we discovered she loved them a little more than she should. We've kept a basket in her room full of books since she was an infant. The cute and innocent picture above is Cadence reading inside that very basket...you will notice the pile of books on the floor next to her. As she's grown older, she's gotten into the habit of sleeping with a few books nestled in a corner of the head of her bed. This is not surprising as Eric and I have books stashed in our bed as well. She especially prefers a set of four Disney Princess books.
One evening after bedtime we could hear Cadence fiddling around in her room. After a bit, she began to call out for me. Granted, I didn't jump right up as this is often just one of her ploys to stay up a little longer, and not usually a call for a legitimate need. After a few minutes I went to see what she needed. As I entered the dark room I could see her blankets bunched up and some on the floor. She asked me to help her fix her bed. As I began, I spotted one of her books at the foot of her bed. When I picked it up I could immediately sense something was not right. All I was holding was the book cover and binding...the pages were now...um...somewhere.
Annoyance began to rise...not only had I been conned by one of her bedtime stall tactics, but I learned she has destroyed one of her books too. I got the child back in bed and as I lifted blankets off the floor a soft "thud" revealed the contents of the book. I quickly tucked her in, picked up the missing pages and turned to leave the room. I stopped quickly now as a cold wet sensation seeped through my sock. Oh god...what is it that? I stooped and picked up a moist, mushy wad and exited the room as quickly as I could. Better light in the dining room revealed a ball of chewed paper the size of a small apricot. I then examined the book more closely and found several perfect bites taken out of some of the pages. I handed all the remains to Eric as a explained what had just happened and flopped on the couch, still a little annoyed, but also chuckling to myself. Ah, life with small children!
Eric disposed of the remains of that book and we had to explain to Cadence the next day where her blue Cinderella book had gone. She seemed to understand. As I helped make her bed that next morning I could only find one of the princess books. I peered under the bed and spied the other two against the wall. After fishing them out, I discovered Cinderella was not the only casualty of that night (see pictures below). We have since removed all the books from Cadence's room given her two shelves on a small bookcase elsewhere in the house instead.
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