The little man is getting progressively harder to put to bed at night. The only way to calm him down is a series of complicated steps culminating in a bed time story. I've been reading "Goodnight Moon" for the past few nights. Yesterday, S picked up the story reading bit in high spirits and ended up doing a mini lecture demonstration on the ills of children's books.
So, shall we read this book, G? Let's see, "Goodnight Moon".
"In the great green room, there was a telephone, a lamp and a red balloon.."
Why is there a red balloon in this room?
"… and a picture of a cow jumping over the moon."
Huh? Little G, cows never jump over the moon. Besides, what cow jumps like this? Feels like a long jumper trying to set a world record. Okay, whatever.
"…three bears sitting on chairs"
Why are three bears sitting like they're in timeout? Have you ever seen bears sit on chairs, G?
Goodnight nobody?! Why does my son have to say good night to nothing? What is this book that your mom has got you?
The upshot of his tirade was that by the time he was done, G was heavy lidded, half asleep. And I had a good laugh listening to his commentary. According to my dear husband, Goodnight Moon was written by a disgruntled parent who, upon seeing all the silly children's books on the market making millions, decided to write a silly one themselves.
I confess I am not a big fan of Goodnight Moon either. But hey, it works with the little human and that's what really matters in the end.