Blank canvases can be intimidating, at least they are to me. Too many options, no guidelines. (where are the coloring books?!) But, obviously, that's the beauty of it, right? So to try and help my little chickadees become used to seeing a stark, blank, wide open page and not approach it with any trepidation, I found these lovely little Bare Books. We now have a stack of them, and already a few have been filled with boys and squirrels looking for magic kiwi trees, and super muscle boys with fangs and gigantic electromagnets. It's certainly helped them understand the concept of a book's beginning, middle and end, and how each picture is a progression of the story. Perhaps I need to pull out one of those books for myself. I too need to find my own inner fang boy.