Enjoy Read Alouds With All Five Senses

I’ve blogged before about the series we’re reading written by Ralph Moody in the 1950’s about his own boyhood. The first book, “Little Britches”, hooked us but good, and we’ve now moved onto book number two: “Man of the Family”. The next and last (I believe) is called “Shaking the Nickle Bush.”

Currently, Little Britches and his big sister Grace are canvassing their home town of Littleton, CO selling wagon loads of their mom’s homemade goodies…donuts, pies, injun puddin’ and beans. Their father died at the end of the last book, and the family is doing what it takes to make ends meet.

So I thought we’d have a “little britches” meal tonight, but upon researching ‘injun pudding’ I see that it takes injun cornmeal and has raisins and cinnamon…which sounds downright unpalatable!

So we’ll have plain ole cornbread with our beef ‘n beans, donuts and peach pie. So much for authentic.

Btw, if you should choose to read this series aloud, be aware that one or two of the adult characters drop some unsavory words now and then. I’m a fast reader, usually several words ahead of what I’m actually voicing, so I just ad-lib. In this case, the story is worth it.

I’ve said it before, it’s a series that reminds me a bit of the Little House books…only from a boy’s perspective.

What’s Up With Little Critter?

Please tell me I’m not the only parent mildly bothered by Mercer Mayer’s Little Critter character? I was reading “Just Me and My Mom” last night to my two youngest, and the familiar annoyance started resurfacing. Maybe I’ve been around too many real life children that have his quirky traits.

The artwork is adorable, I admit the stories are arguably humorous from an adult perspective…but…

Does this furball really mean well? In the name of helping he loses tickets, in the process of shopping he glowers menacingly at his mother, from his perspective we’re led to believe that he is the ultimate authority on everything.

Except that Mayer cleverly lets him get away with it every time, in as cute a way as possible.

I think what really bothers me about these books is the fact that so many parents raise little critters of their own, idolizing their every move…so the kid grows up thinking that the universe really does revolve around them.

Everyone LOVES the Little Critter books. Am I just over-analyzing them…like I did the Veggie Tale’s “You Are His Cheeseburger” song?