I sat down with my daughter today and started reading her some books. She’s got thousands. Most were given to us and most I already know. I actually enjoy reading books to my daughter at night but one thing that drives me up the wall is the repetitiveness of the phrases and the fact that she often asks for re-reads. She’s only three meaning a majority of books for her age are written this way, but I really can’t wait for her to turn four/five to get into some really good ones.
It actually had me thinking about the books I enjoyed and disliked when I was younger. There are some I’m convinced I’ll never find again, like the one about a boy whose refuses to listen to his parents when his tantrum gets out of control. It gets so bad that he destroys his house, his street and eventually the whole world until he’s left floating in space trying to remember why he was so angry in the first place. There’s a lesson in there somewhere and I’m not going to lie, the images were freaky. Speaking of, you’ll see a pattern here:
So this kid, Sam, has a sister who wants a sandwich and he decides to make her one…but he also decides to add some extra ingredients. As you read the book, the pages pop out as the reader slowly begins to build this insect infected sandwich. It’s so gross and awesome. Read it to your kid and they’ll never forget it, I promise.