Last Friday we travelled into Wagga to go to a very special birthday. The Very Hungry Caterpillar turned forty. There must be botox or something involved because he's aged very well. Wagga library had a special storytime in the gardens, where Michael, Nerida and Kim worked their usual magic (they are so good). At one stage Jack started to cry and I wondered what he was fussing about - tired? cranky? Turned out a fly flew up his nose and I only know that because he sneezed it out about four hours later - ugh.
After the stories there were glorious platters of fresh fruit (not the naughty foods that also feature in the book) and games but the play equipment (particularly the swing) beckoned.
The Very Hungry Caterpillar is so clever in a really simple way. It's only after reading it about a gazillion times like I have that you begin to appreciate the colours, the counting, the nutritional education (and the benefits of a detox) and entomology. Obviously Jack agrees because when we came home I had to read it again and again and again. And then he told everyone about the 'Pillar Party' he'd been to.