My children, like most children, love a good laugh. Not often is it that our read alouds produce belly holding laughter but today we roared, not once, but twice. Let me preface this by saying that I am not the roaring type. I am more the reserved "chuckle- chuckle- hand- in- front- of- mouth type". Definitely not the snorting type. (Ahem, I digress...)
We have been enjoying Beatrix Potter's books for years. I began reading them to my oldest son when he was a toddler. He surprised us all by absorbing much of the rich vocabulary at that young age. One day, while driving home from a friend's house where he had been slightly obnoxious, I mentioned to him that he was far too rambunctious and loud during our visit. He apologized for his "impertinent manners" and as best as he could for a two year old, promised to improve. We have been hooked on Beatrix Potter ever since.
(As a sidenote, not only was Beatrix Potter a wonderful author, talented artist and keen observer of nature, but I have decided that she would have made a great neighbor and cheerful admirer of our kooky mushroom prints. I discovered here that she once wrote a paper of fungi spores... who knows, she may have even have enjoyed shopping for gypsy skirts as well!)
It seems that there is always a Beatrix Potter book in our bedtime read aloud lineup. The littles love them as do the parents and everyone in between. Today while we were out, we saw a tailless squirrel running across the road who reminded us of Nutkin. At bedtime, we re-read our well worn copy of The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin which really had us cracking up. My boys can relate to are shocked by Nutkin's manners and each page has them laughing at his audacity. Full of wonderful vocabulary- building words like groat, obstinately, nettle, bonny, impertinent, beck, counterpane, and waist coat, this "tale about a tale" teaches manners, the value of hard work and the importance of being a gracious guest. Educational value aside, the book is a hoot!
We finished our night with a two chapters of C. S. Lewis' The Magician's Nephew, specifically where the animals plant the evil Uncle Andrew in the ground, mistaking him for a tree. The image of the planting and watering of this man were funny enough to us to induce laughter that woke the sleeping Annie on my lap. I do not believe that we have all laughed so hard in quite some time.
So, we would like to thank two extraordinary folks from the British Isles, Mr. C.S. Lewis and Ms. Beatrix Potter for their astounding (yet dry) senses of humor and their ability to turn a grumpy mommy into a giggling schoolgirl in one fell swoop. The children, once again have faith that I am, indeed, human.