My husband is mildly fascinated by zombies. He enjoyed World War Z (one of the few paper books he's read of late). He loves The Walking Dead. And he can have a serious conversation about zombies for hours. Yes, multiple hours. I can't say that I share this fascination but I'll entertain the idea. And yes, I admit, The Walking Dead is a pretty interesting show.
That brings us to the photo above. We have about thirty children's books. We've gone through most of them multiple times over. Quite honestly, I got a bit tired of children's books before Aidan even hit one month. While most of the books have a sweet message, there isn't much plot or character development to ensnare me. So until Aidan can ask for a different book, I've been reading my own books to him. I would like to think he enjoyed The Art of Racing in the Rain but I doubt he cares much for Real Simple's monthly tips on organization.
Enter, World War Z. I asked Alan to read aloud to Aidan over the weekend and what book did he choose? Not a historical piece on Abraham Lincoln. Not a clever fiction novel. Instead, he plucked World War Z off the shelf and started Aidan on a path toward zombie awareness and preparation. I hope this doesn't provoke nightmares in a few short years.
With all that said, they looked adorable reading together and while I might not have chosen a book based on a zombie war, at least I know that Aidan is learning about character development.