My son made his first trip to the library this week. He wanted to read Peter Pan. I was surprised we didn't have a version of this classic in our house, given all the children's books that we have -- until I started reading it to him. The first two chapters are a bore, which my son confirmed when he began softly snoring last night while I read to him.
The highlight of our book selections is Skippyjon Jones. Sent to his bedroom for a timeout, the Siamese cat becomes the great sword fighter El Skippito who takes an imaginary trip to Mexico to battle the Bumblebeeto Bandito and become hero to a band of chihuahuas who call themselves Los Chimichangos. We sing the songs about Skippito to the old Frito Bandito jingle, dance to Chuck Rio's Tequila when we get to the fiesta page, and I try to use my best Spanish accent in just the right places. It never fails to set my 4-year-old to giggling. High praise -- indeed-o.
Of course, we're still waiting to get to Captain Hook.
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