Last night Marie brought her copy of Goodnight Bush to a party, and a group of us gathered on the back deck to read it together. You can spend a surprisingly long time with the book if you pass it around so everyone can cackle over the details. (True, as one friend complains, the parody is not subtle. Nor has this administration been.)
For me a highlight is this section of the notes that follow the text:
Bush himself, while campaigning, referred to Goodnight Moon as one of his childhood favorites (along with Eric Carle’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar, which was not actually published until one year after Bush graduated from college; the president’s infancy was clearly an extended one.)