They say that reading is the key to knowledge, the window to a whole world of the things you never knew, the thoughts you thought only you had, and a lifetime of stories and adventures. And it’s true.
I know this because I have recently discovered (courtesy of a very lovely book given to Miss Elma for her birthday) that my 6′ 1″, hockey playing, steak and chips eating, Yorkshireman husband, is in fact a princess. I know, it was a bit of a surprise to me too.
The source material for this irrefutable proclamation of dainty royalty is the gospel truth that is Caryl Hart and Sarah Warburton’s The Princess and the Peas (and yes, we’re still firmly in the pink phase around here).
Lily-Rose May is the epitome of a lovely little girl; albeit a very girly one. She minds her manners, helps her Daddy and is generally a shining light in the community, until….
….Daddy serves peas.
She doesn’t want to eat peas, and despite her father’s efforts to put Heston Blumenthal in the shade with some extraordinarily stomach turning pea combinations, it’s not good; peas make her sick, and bring her out in a rash of violent green.
The doctor is summoned and his diagnosis is clear; Lily-Rose May is princess all the way, and she duly sets off for the palace and a lifetime of being securely protected from the dreaded peas.
My lovely H would, I am certain, suffer the same fate, and be given the same diagnosis were the little green spheres of doom ever to cross our threshold. Well I’m not entirely certain about the green spots because I’ve never had the opportunity to put it to the test, but he became rather pale on the first reading to Kitty, though fatherly devotion kept him there til the very end, and ever since it’s been deflected to me with a “Mummy can read you that one.”
H cannot abide peas. In his world there are a few select veggies that can be embraced, another array that will be tolerated, a goodly few that are decidedly persona non grata, and then there are peas.
And where little Lily-Rose May decides that hours of speech-learning, waving practice, and cold cabbage soup for lunch is not an acceptable trade for pea-free living, I think H might just find that a sacrifice worth making, although he might draw the line at a pretty frock and a tiara.
Kit on the other hand is impervious to their terror, to the extent that we’ve had to do a little editing while reading lest she decide that she too needs to coat her veggies in chocolate to make them palatable (I’ve already lost the battle on ketchup – like father like daughter in that regard at least!).
Thank you again to Anne-Marie at Mummy Hearts You and Claire at Great British Family for joining in last week. If you haven’t come across Herman’s Letter yet you have to go and see Anne-Marie’s pictures, it looks like the sweetest little lift the flap book ever, and Claire has discovered a beautifully illustrated Nursery Rhymes that seems to have completely captivated her daughter.
And a big welcome to Jemma from List of Lovely Things who introduced me to Betty and the Yeti (in one of those “I can’t believe I haven’t seen this before” moments), and Laurenne at This Mummy who has the most adorable video of her biggest little girl reading her favourite bedtime story.
And if you have a favourite why not share it here; each linky will stay open for a week so there’s plenty of time to join in. And so, without further ado, it’s over to you. I’ve told you what we are reading, now tell me what we should be reading!