My youngest son was given a book today. He opened it, full of hope. He has really begun to love books and being read to recently, so a new book is almost as good, to him, as his own little carton of yogurt. Almost.
He opened up the book, ready to discover new things. Then his face fell. "I like books with colors. This one is only black and white." Pout. Close book. Act ungrateful.
Fortunately, once the book was read to him, it was redeemed. But I wonder if he thinks that he got a second-rate book, just because they forgot to color it. Oh, gosh, I hope he doesn't try to ammend their "mistake."