My boy (2.5 years old) and I were just eating peaches, and he was pretending that the last slice of peach on his plate was a boat. He was guiding it around a coastline and then under a bridge made out of crusts of toast.
This of course prompted me to tell him about the story of a boy who goes on an adventure with a bunch of arthropods (I used the term “bugs”) in a giant peach that floats in the water like a boat and flies through the sky like a balloon pulled by birds.
I then of course had to escalate the situation into full-blown literacy evangelism to my toddler. I went and found the book that tells this story on the shelf and began showing him the illustrations and sort of making up a rough story, because it’s been so long since I’ve read it that I don’t remember the exact details.
I then told him that when he was older and had learned how to read he could read this book about the boy on the giant peach, or we could both read it together. He seemed to like that idea. I wouldn’t let him touch the book though, because he had peach nectar and goo all over his hands. I guess if one was going to stain a book with peach goo, that would be the one to choose, but still.
After my impromptu book talk, he broke the last slice of peach into two pieces, placed them both in his mouth, and lunch was finished.
TO BE CONTINUED… (in 4 or 5 years)