A Girl After My Own Heart

I have always strayed far from talking toys, loud toys, toys that require batteries. Needless to say, I really am not crazy about talking or singing books but... today, for some reason, I bought a copy of Frosty the Snowman that played a tinny version of the song every time you opened the book.

As we were getting ready to read right before nap time, Katherine opened Frosty. It was playing for a bit before she said, "How can we read with that noise. Mommy, turn off that noise. Read!"

Apparently the apple does not fall far from the tree...