I'm reading a Junie B. Jones book with my daughter right now. I'll read a page or two then she'll read a page or two. Working together on this charming book is good for both of us: good for her as she stretches her ability to concentrate and good for me as I learn about being a "Shellfish."
The young heroine in the book overheard the word "selfish" as "a shellfish." She hotly denies being any such mollusk, but when faced with the problem of Christmas her heart is revealed. She spends 5 dollars (that she begged from grandpa) on a "squeeze-a-burp" for herself, 1 dollar each on temporary tattoos for her family members, and she's planning to steal a charcoal briquette from her dad's grill to give her frenemy/secret Santa recipient. Nope, not a shellfish at all.