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Mommy’s Prickly Legs: A Touch And Feel Book

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As a new parent, I received a veritable avalanche of books to give to my child. Classics, new releases, board books, and the ones which try as I might I never quite came to appreciate—Touch and Feel books.  For those of you living in a (rough, damp) cave, Touch and Feel books are books whose pages have textures, since small children love to explore things using their sense of touch.  A touch-and-feel book might have a picture of a lamb with a small patch of fluffy white fabric pasted in so that the child can “pet” the lamb. They will have a small piece of red velvet glued onto a picture of a prince so that your child can “feel the prince’s velvety cape.”

Except that this is in no way representative of my child’s world.  There is an almost zero percent chance that my child will encounter a prince in the near future, let alone one who is both wearing a velvety cape and allowing people to walk right up and touch it.  As we live in a metropolitan area, his interactions with lambs are limited.  But that is not to say that there are not a great many things in his own world that he can touch and/or feel.  There are dozens of experiences he can have without ever leaving the apartment.

Which is why, due to a lack of relatable Touch-and-Feel books, I have written one that seemed much more relevant to our own lives.

Feel Mommy’s Prickly Legs: A Touch And Feel Book

1. Touch the sharp prickles!

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Feel your mother’s prickly legs.  She used to have time to shave but you start crying hysterically the second she disappears behind the shower curtain so her personal grooming has been put on hold to keep you from having an emotional breakdown.

2.  Feel the soft, fluffy cotton!the ugly volvo momslegs 2__1408550001_142.196.167.223

Feel the fluffy cotton in the top of the Excedrin bottle.  The bottle says “take two” for a headache, but she is thinking of taking more than two because no side effects could be worse than the sound of your hysterical, undeciphered crying.

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