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Picture Poetry

Baby Glee: Take it off of me.  Kersplat: I'm done with that! Persimmons Galore 216 cookies to store.  Road Rash: Baby walker dealt the bash. Flying: Almost crying.  Giggles are a cinch With a little pinch.  Self-satisfied: Peeled and separated with pride.  Rain Done: Out to run. Ficus Tree: Balance beams for Lee.  First Tea: Milk, water, honey.   Sepia Tint: Ellis Island Immigrant  Why So Serious: Eating dirt without us.  Facia Rocks: Uptown's climbing blocks.  Trepidation: Waves of the ocean.  Suspicion: Phil in vision.  Winter Beach: Within Grandpa's reach. Advent: Phil's craftsmanship leant.  Wonder: Thighs of thunder.
Little Sock:  Celery stalk. Opened In a Rush:

Library Finds: Great Books for Children

We have found a few more winners at the Whittier Public Library. This time around, Phil observed that we encountered a book with a villain (The Three Little Rigs). Now that Phil has mentioned it, very few books for a two-year-old audience have villains. Could it be that the two-year-old world of literature is lacking in this area? I hesitate to say so because I've  skipped over all those books about monsters under the bed. 
I'm beginning to notice many repeated concepts in children's literature: wordless books about shapes or lines or shadows that come to life, grandmother stories about sweet bears or bunnies (I call these grandmother books because I imagine a little old lady finally becoming a grandmother and she's so excited that she writes a story about a nice, soft, sweet animal that will bore parents to tears.), Polar bear books that seem written by an environmentalist who never had children, and wannabe poetry books that like to say things like, "The truck gr…