My mother who is kind of not into children except for her own, read this to me and Garrett almost every night before bed. She read Caps for Sale with great enthusiasm and exuberance. She interspersed this story with stories from growing up in West Virginia (a tractor ran into her house) and Queens (the day she almost drowned and when she got home she was hit by a car and was wheelchair bound for the rest of the summer). This is the book I give to all of my favorite kiddos. Am I a total nerd for being that faux-aunt who would rather give books instead of clothing?

I mean clothes are cute and all but their clothes cost the same as big people clothes and last for all of .035% of their lifespan. I'd prefer to give the gift that keeps on giving.