It started this summer while Mama Syd and Papa Chris were here. I don’t remember what started it, but we were talking about dumpster diving. A LOT. Then one day Papa went to the dump at the lake to find picnic tables for the kitchen. He came back and sawed the legs off and made a new table for the kids. They thought it was awesome. And the dumpster diving was taken to a new level in their minds.
They were still trying to sort it all out, making references of it to each other periodically when I ran across the above book at the library. I just snuck it in to the stack and as we put books away at home, they discovered it. “What is this?” they gasped. Since then, we’ve read it at least twice a day. Anyone who visits the house must read it aloud as well. Thankfully it’s a cute book with a wholesome message!