When Connor was little he used his diaper like pants pockets. He would tuck all sorts of things in the top and sides of his diaper, and when we changed him, they would all tumble out. The stash was varied from day to day, but by far what we would find most often were folded up pieces of paper with print on them. Pages out of magazines, ads from the Sunday paper, notes with telephone messages, and even an occasional mini-book. The kid loved paper, and his favorite piece of paper was a picture he had torn out of the newspaper featuring Sacramento Zoo’s new red panda (which I never even knew existed until I had pulled the picture out of my son’s nappy 
a dozen times). And from that time on, Connor has always gravitated toward non-fiction offerings that tell him stuff he didn’t know. Even at the public library or the school library when all the other kids were choosing story books and fairytales, he would flip over a book about planets or mythology or dogs. Or rocks. Lord, the child renewed one book about rocks and minerals about ten times. Teachers would often remark how thoroughly entrenched in non-fiction he was, refusing anything shelved by author’s last name. But I did learn a lot from his choices. In Chris Arvetis and Carole Palmer’s What Is An Iceberg?, we get just the facts, ma’am. Like did you know all icebergs are chipped-off pieces of glaciers? Connor probably does.
http://www.paperbackswap.com/What-Iceberg-Ask-Series/book/0026890097/
http://www.paperbackswap.com/Chris-Arvetix/author/
http://www.librarything.com/author/palmerchrisarvetisan
