Eat Your Magic Mushrooms, Kids

I don't know much about children's literature (I couldn't read until the age of 22), but when I spotted this book on the shelf at a thrift store, I immediately worried about the message it might send.

Mushrooms, a hazy environment, visions of a little green man... this book proves what I always suspected: reading makes kids do drugs.  And to think they teach "reading" in our schools!  If my kids are "tripping," I hope it's an accidental fall down a staircase, thankyouverymuch.

It's time to get back out our Harry Potter-burning barrels and reignite the fires of the "ship" that matters most: friendship censorship.