Please know that I very much believe in reading and reading with kids. I think the bumper sticker on my car (above) adequately proves this.
In fact, though I haven’t done the actual math, we may have spent billions of dollars on books since our son was born. While we’ve cut costs in other areas, the writer in me is compelled to support authors, book stores, and the book industry. We also take lots of books out from the library and have, to my horror, mangled a few along the way.
The point is that there’s a lot of reading going on here and a whole lot of love for books, so I don’t feel bad bashing just a few titles. Here are a few I have banned from our house:
Chill out, little dude. Take your aggression down about fifteen notches and stop picking fights. Maybe consider some deep breathing or meditation exercises and then attempt a calm convo based on mutual respect. While the artwork in this book is beautiful, the testosterone is not. Of course, in the end, this feisty bug gets exactly what he deserves, i.e. swatted across the land by a huge whale, but last I checked, two wrongs do not make a right.
Instead, we are big big fans of Carle’s Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do you See?, and corresponding Panda Bear… and Polar Bear…
Basically, the whole reason I birthed a child was so that I could read this book to him. I mean, green eggs! Green ham! And in all kinds of crazy locations! I can’t think of anything more silly or delightful. That is, until I read it as a mother of a toddler who is trying to teach her child the beauty of eating a variety of foods THAT ARE GREEN. Of course, the main character does eventually eat and enjoy the green eggs and ham but only after several pages of demonstrating how fun it is to reject them.
Instead: Dr. Suess’ Book of ABC, Oh the Thinks You Can Think, etc. etc.
If I have any say in this, and I’d like to think I do, my son will never again see this book about a bunny who runs away from his mother. Once was enough. Because I know the power of books. And I know the power of suggestion. I don’t want my sweet, sweaty, cuddly little ball of love to get any ideas.
Instead: Wise Brown’s Goodnight Moon, again and again and again for eternity…
How about you? What beloved kid books do you dislike?