Stories that make librarians shed happy tears

This morning Jenny called to tell me what they'd been up to at her house. Apparently they were out of butter and Savvy wanted crepes for breakfast. Because she's white trash like that.

To Jenny's dismay, there was no butter in the fridge. So the crepe idea was out. But I guess they read Pancakes for Breakfast by Tomie dePaola recently, with the little grandmother who goes out and milks the cow to get the cream to make the butter, etc. Savvy remembered the story and said, "Mom, we can just make the butter out of cream! Like in the story!"

Aaaaand this is the part where I called my lawyer and directed her to make Savannah Mae the direct beneficiary of my impressive, impressive investment portfolio and sand-jar collection.

So they made themselves some butter, using a food processor instead of a churn. Or jar. Or boot. And then they ate their crepes while practicing their French pronunciation and holding their pinkies in the air. I asked Jenny if during the two minutes it took to make that butter she was standing there thinking, "Suck it, pioneers!"

She totally was.