All loyal Yankee fans should be concerned that my two uncles have infiltrated Brian Cashman’s office and are, I can only assume, inserting themselves into the opening day line-up. “Now batting for the Yankees in the clean-up spot, TOMMY TUUUURNBULL!!!”
It’s probably not all bad though. I’m fairly certain Uncle Tom has a small strike zone.
During my daily browsing of the Awful Library Books site (if you haven’t checked it out yet, you need to), I came across this gem, a book about children with disabilities (which is great, teaching kids about the differences we all have, but apparently the only handicap a child could have in the 1980s was being in a wheelchair – I’ve seen the special Saved by the Bell, I know what’s up).
Anyway, I noticed that the cover bore a striking resemblance to a book my mom used to read to me when I was little – I’m assuming the same illustrations that every “Golden Learn About Living Book” has. I took to Googling, and of course, right on Amazon you can find a copy of Why Can’t You Stay Home with Me, possibly the most traumatizing book ever in print. Let’s walk this through.
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