- Caillou: Sounds, a bath book that has been hanging around the tub a very long time but we haven’t lately. Reid pretty much read it to herself;
- Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear? by Nancy White Carlstrom, 75 times if you can believe Ken but I think that he might be exaggerating a bit. I read it once at bedtime but he refused;
- Little Bear Paints on the Farm (no author), with a query from Ken as to why “that bear” is painting the animals;
- Click, Clack, Splish, Splash: A Counting Adventure by Doreen Cronin, which I like but it worries me that one day Reid will decide to take gold fish to a pond to free them as the animals in this book do;
- The Grumpalump by Sarah Hayes, I like the range of animals featured, including a dove and an armadillo, and the way that the lump continues to grump throughout;
- Caillou: My Daddy by Christine L’Heureux, a board book with a sweet message about babies and their dads;
- The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats, because today was a snowy day, as Ken said or at least it was the antithesis of one;
- Chitter Chatter! (no author), a book that Ken and I have each read to Reid many times but today I heard them discussing who was saying what – a discussion that hadn’t happened previously to my knowledge;
- Duck by David Lloyd, a nice watercolour that I struggle with because in the second half of the book the grandma only acknowledges the little boy when he correctly labels the vehicle and then there is the sentence, “For some time after this Tim never said a single word. He just looked and looked.” It reminds me of the Harry Chapin song, Flowers are Red, and that song makes me very sad and I always switch the radio when I hear it; and
- Oink? by Margie Palatini, I read it first thing this morning and Reid had Ken read it just before bed. Ken is offended when pigs are portrayed as dirty and dumb. The other rude animals in this book reinforce this stereotype but I discussed how rude they were and Ken explained why pigs get muddy. We’ll have to see if Reid gets picked on when she gets to school. It might be our fault.
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