Tonight was one of those moments occurred.
A little background first.
Aislynn is four years old. At three years old she started reading. Gasp! I know, this is obscene and not particularly the norm. Believe me, I know. I taught kindergarten once upon a time. Don't worry, my two year old thinks the letter "I" is a "2." Perhaps I will write about this early reading thing another day, but for now it is important to understand that I have a little reader. Don't worry, this is not a "brag hag" post that will make you puke. Stay with me here. Aislynn reads everything she sees, including some "expressive" thoughts on public bathroom walls, and inside park playhouses. I think you get the picture. As you can imagine, this poses a problem at times.
Which brings us to tonight. And this was a first.
It all started with this.
Not long after I put Aislynn to bed did I hear a bedroom door slowly open and my four year old's little face peek into my room. She usually looks at a few books in her bed before falling asleep.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Mom, I have a problem," she announced with deep concern in her voice. She then handed me The Berenstain Bears Clean House. Should I be taking a hint here? Aislynn opened the book to this page and said, "Look."
Yep, the "I Can Read Books" index page. No one usually cares about this page, except my child.
I was not at all sure where this was going, drawing a blank, uh...I asked, "What's the problem with this page?"
"This book is haunted mom. See!" she pointed to the title that read, This Book Is Haunted, under author Joanne Rocklin.
I looked at her little face full of concern. This was no joke to my daughter. While trying to take this situation as serious as she made it out to be, I also tried to hold back some laughter at my early reader's interesting discovery.
"Ok," I started, "This book you are reading here is named The Clean House. This page in the back of your The Clean House book tells us a whole bunch of names of other books, see?" I pointed to the list of names including the unmentionable.
Crickets. Blank stare.
"But Mom, this book is haunted, oh no!" she persisted.
At that point I said a brief thanks to my excellent parenting combined with Nick Jr combined with the month of October which apparently had instilled in this four year old a definition to the word "haunted." Through some harmless Halloween-ish themed episodes of Wow, wow, Wubbzy-oh-and honorable mention to Mickey Mouse Club House on Disney. Thanks. (Sarcasm)
"Aislynn. This book is NOT haunted. And the word "haunted" is just a silly word that people use sometimes at Halloween (close enough to the real definition)," I added as a sub point to my original explanation.
"But Mom, see right here, THIS BOOK IS HAUNTED. We have a problem," she persisted with sincere urgency this time. I could see we were not going to get anywhere down my path of reasoning. Time to call an audible.
"I have an idea!" I said very excitedly. As a mom and former kindergarten teacher, I learned a long time ago, that if you say anything in an enthusiastic voice to children under the age of 6, they grow very excited and thrown off track.
Aislynn perked up, "What Mom?"
Eyeing a black pen on my dresser, I took matters into my own hands.
"See, is that better?" I asked
"This book is HAPPY!" she shouted. "Yes, Mom, this is so good."
"See, now we don't have a problem," I said. Aislynn was clearly happy with my edit.
"Thanks Mom," she said as she headed back off to bed.
I didn't realize I had to sensor the Berenstain Bears books...But then again, Sister Bear does play "spin the bottle" at her six year old birthday party in Too Much Birthday...
so so cute! I can't wait until my little guy provides funny things for me to write about.
That's awesome . . . though, you never did address the actual issue of a crazy-haunted book. Most of us prefer an exorcism to a black pen.
I can't wait until she runs up to you with a copy of Dante's "Inferno" under her arm!
that is so funny. She is just too smart for her own good! I can't wait for her to teach owen to read!!!
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