This morning when I went in to get Claire, there was a neat pile of teeny tiny scraps of paper on the floor by her crib. I then saw The Big Red Barn book on the floor by the rocking chair. The once happy little book was sadly missing its binding, its naked backbone white and exposed.
I must have accidentally left the book in the crib with Claire! She can’t be left alone with those things, or she rips them apart, as was made obvious by the huge mound of scraps. I’m really careful about not leaving things in her crib, but I must have missed it.
I carefully scooped up all the pieces and saved them so that I could assemble the puzzle that my maniacal puzzle maker had created for me. I had no idea a cardboard book could be ripped into such tiny pieces.
Later that day, I was able to salvage most of the binding, and I repaired the rest of it with clear mailing tape.
When Daddy got home from work, I told him what had happened. “When I went in to get Claire today, I saw a huge pile of tiny pieces on the floor by her crib!! She’d ripped the binding of The Big Red Barn to shreds!” He said, “Oh…well…when you were working in your office this morning, I stopped in to see Claire before I went to work. I felt bad that she didn’t have anything to do, so I gave her the book to read.” No wonder I couldn’t remember leaving the book in her crib!
And, as it had turned out, Claire had certainly found something to do. 
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