By Heather O.
My girlfriend generously sent us a box full of goodies for my newborn. In the true spirit of friendship, she included a gift wrapped package for my 5 year old who is constantly disappointed when the mailman brings another box for (sigh) the BABY.
The gift wrapped package was _The Adventures of Captain Underpants._
Clearly, my friend is childless. Either that, or she really secretly hates me. A lot.
Somehow, I think my kid is going to be quoting from this book much sooner than, say, the Illustrated Classic version of _Last of the Mohicans_ that DH bought him last month. That’s just a hunch, though.
Does anybody know ANYTHING about this book? Because truly, after reading just the first page, I’m afraid. Very, very afraid.
On a happier note, my next door neighbor taught my little angel the word “fart”, as well as several actions he can do to produce the proper sound effects on demand. Lovely.