My two-month-old son had a doctors appointment last week. As we were walking out of the house I checked the mailbox and let out a delighted shriek the moment I opened it. Inside was his very first book from Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library, a crisp copy of The Little Engine That Could.
I handed it over to him as my husband carried him in the carseat, and he gripped it in his teeny tiny hands as t…
