When Meg was a baby, she loved books. She loved to look at them, touch the pages, talk to the pictures. She was very kind to them and I was thrilled. I love books and I like to see them treated nicely. She was so nice to the books that they were still in good condition when Drew came along. And that’s when it started. The monster that ate the books moved in. Drew was that monster. He chewed every single board book that we had. And if that wasn’t enough, he tore them apart. He bent them backwards so that the bindings broke. It was heartbreaking. So heartbreaking that I took all the books away.
Fast forward to Annie and Izzie. They did NOT acquire Meg’s delicate touch. Annie has succeeded in ruining at least a half dozen books in the last month. She chews the covers, bends them backwards and steps on them. Izzie has just discovered how wonderful the books taste and she too is chewing covers, etc. I don’t know what to do. I want them to like books, but I think they’ve taken it to the extreme. I don’t want to take the books away, but I am at a loss as to how to stop the destruction. The are not fans of the cloth books~not tasty enough I guess. Shall I just season all those lovely books with a bit of salt and pepper and let them chew away?