I’ve had to save these books for a rainy day. You know, a day when I couldn’t think of anything to write. Sometimes when I’m at work I’ll make notes in an email and send it to myself, usually notes about books that I don’t want to bring home. Here are two such picture books.
At first I thought I would like I’m A Duck! by Terry Sloat. The pictures look like Make Way for Ducklings in a way that must be intentional. But in this story, the duckling is supposedly growing as we read this from a tiny duckling to a full-grown drake who finds a girl duck and they have babies and start it all over again. So why does the duck still talk like a baby? Is something wrong with him? And then here are the rhymes:
Look at these feet pretty neat! Wow,
They’re webbed. What a treat.
There’s a strut in my waddle now. I’ve got a wife!
I tell you, this girl has changed my whole life.
Oh, just yucky.
But worse was Eileen Spinelli’s When You Are Happy. Again, good author, I thought I would like it. Started reading...
When you are sad. I will hold you. I will let you cry.
I will catch your tears in a blue cup and water the yellow flowers and they will grow more beautiful.
When you are cold, I will weave you a blanket from leftover sun. I will sing summery songs for you until my voice cracks, and I will watch you warmly until I become the firelight dancing in your eyes.
Hey, I’m a softy. Loved On The Day You Were Born. Love books about loving your kid. But there’s a point at which the sweetness becomes yucky sweetness, and this book reached it. Reached it, passed it, set a new record.