The girls and I love to go to the library. I get and audiobook or two for me and heaps of children’s books, treat even though we have heaps of them at home. I have every intention of turning my children into bookworms. I believe I’m succeeding so far because they’d rather be read to than just about anything (except maybe take a bath – now that the weather’s warmed up they can use the tub again). We pick up a variety of books because it’s hard to predict what’s going to tickle the girls’ fancy on a given week. Recently we’ve found a couple that tickle my fancy as well.
“The Cheese” by Margie Palatini is a twisted take on “The Farmer in the Dell.” We read this one so much that Anna was “reading” it to her sister by reciting it from memory. Both girls crack up at the phrase “High Ho the dairy-o” now. The book has caused a running joke in our household; we very sternly inform each other that, no rx “You can’t eat the cheese. Cheese stands alone. Everyone knows that.” Hearing Claire attempt to be stern is extra cute.
Last night we got another whack of books and when I read “pilule ,9780670910588,00.html”>Cowboy and Octopus” by Jon Scieszka I giggled harder than the girls. I wasn’t surprised to find it was by the same author as “The Stinky Cheese Man” (which we also checked out last month, coincidentally). Lettuce can’t knock on doors. An octopus dressed up as the tooth fairy is not scary, it is pretty, according to Anna.
What is the moral of this post? I like warped children’s books. My kids like warped children’s books. An off-kilter sense of humor is hereditary. Getting to giggle over an octopus being hit on the head with a hammer is one of the perks of parenting.