Mama's Little Bibliophile

I once had an Editor in Chief who was known (by his employees) to ask all his interviewees if he or she was a bibliophile. Of course, any of us applying to be an editor were, but the test was whether we knew what the word meant. I'm not sure my poor husband knew he was marrying a bibliophile whose dream it is to have all our walls lined with built-in bookshelves.

My cookbooks didn't last in their low-t0-the-ground position for more than two days. I really wouldn't mind John taking them off the shelf to look at the photos, but he was repeatedly ripping them, and that just won't do.

Tonight, he is, as I type, entertaining himself with all the books off of one of our religious shelves. He has been utterly gentle so far, so I'm perfectly happy for him to enjoy flipping through books. How else will I create a little bibliophile of my own? Plus, it gives us an opportunity afterward to practice Putting Things Away.

Here is John with some light reading: all the documents of the Vatican II Council:

Showing me some of his booty: