There’s something extremely weird about the Boomers and the Pepsi Generation shrine they worship at. Previous generations back till the dawn of time thought childish immaturity was, well, immature and should be endured at best. Boomers, ever eager to remain young, no matter how many fetuses have to die for the elixir of youth to be formulated, seem to go out of their way to create books and films for kids that pander to the crassest and stupidest sort of fart, kaka, and anatomy humor. I can see this in Mad Magazine or Cracked. But Scholastic Books?
(Thanks–I think–to Fr. Bryce Sibley, Chronicler of All Things Weird).