Mitchell’s License

Growing up, there was this little boy named Mitchell who always got into loads of mischief. Mitchell removed all the wallpaper from his room. Mitchell was found scaling the roof. And, on one occasion, Mitchell’s mother looked out the window and saw Mitchell riding the back of the garbage truck as it drove by. So, for me, the name Mitchell has always been synonymous with adventure and just the slightest amount of naughtiness. Imagine my delight at finding Hallie Durand and Tony Fucile’s amazing romp of a book, Mitchell’s License.  In it, a similarly rambunctious child named Mitchell gets his license to drive at the ripe old age of three years, nine months and five days old. Enter Mitchell’s amazing dad who is more than happy to serve as imaginary vehicle for Mitchell’s inaugural drive to bed. After sufficiently checking all apparati on the dad-mobile, Mitchell takes off and we take off right with him. Durand and Fucile have served up an imaginative, funny, quirky book that will captivate children and parents alike. And for all those parents who have ever served as their child’s car, bus, trolley or mighty steed, you’ll recognize the amazing lengths we’ll go to to please our beloved children. As for my Mitchell? I’ve heard he’s now an Air Force instructor. Which just goes to show you that a ride on a garbage truck can actually take you pretty far…

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