My daughter needs to read a book a night. And in true motherly fashion...I forgot..and...as usual *rolleyes* noone else did either.
I stayed home this evening from school due to a wicked cough straight from missouri.It's hangin on there. 3 weeks and counting.
So. Gathering up 4 books that I figured were appropriate and challenging enough for her, we headed down the hall to snuggle in bed.
I lay there next to my daughter. She smells so sweet. Her hair is long and mixes with mine on the pillows.
It was comforting to lie there and be read too. Every now and again opening my eyes to help her with a difficult word.
She read through 'Guess how much I love you' 'The foot book' 'I can read with my eyes shut' and when she picked up the last 'Pooh goes visiting' I lay back and listened.
It got to a part and we both stopped. I shall share.
When rabbit said "Honey or milk with your bread?" Pooh was so excited he said "Both"
At last Pooh got up and said that he must be going on. He started to climb out of the hole. "Oh help!" he said.
"The fact is," said Rabbit, "you're stuck."
"We shall have to wait for you to get thin again." said Christopher Robin. "But we WILL read to you."
"waitaminutewaitaminute..." I lifted my head up from the pillow and looked at emma.
She placed the book against her tummy and turned her head to mine.
"Do you think there is a problem with thaaaaat? wait. finish reading and then we will discuss."
She did and we looked at each other.
"What do you think about that book?"
"I don't love that pooh had to get thin."
"Why did they make pooh get thin?"
"Because they were too lazy."
"Why do you say they were lazy? What should they have done?"
"well..." she sits up and sighs with much gusto " They SHOOOULD have just dug pooh out of the hole!!!"
"RIGHT! Poor pooh. He was all fluffy and happy with himself."
So basically Winnie the pooh got stuck in a hole. Rabit (the bitch!) used his feet as dishtowel holders. And Christopher Robin said "Hey...ya gatta starve to get thin again (and really...when has winnie the pooh ever been thin?) and while you are at it. I will cover your moans of agony with a story, that I will read to you because I am so kind."
I mean. A true friend, even if they are an extreamly lazy true friend, would have popped a couple of Ex-laxes down his cake hole.
