We checked the books out, brought them home and cuddled together on the floor to read. I broke out my very best piggy and elephant voices. I did the theatrics. I was animated and over the top just like I usually am when I read aloud in the classroom.
Apparently that is too much for a two year old, or at least for my two year old.
Perhaps I was too animated. Too over the top. Maybe I was a bit too dramatic as I sighed a dramatic elephant sigh to show his worry over Piggie. Maybe it was too unsettling to see her normally calm mommy being so dramatic. Maybe I am a horrible actress. Whatever it was, I ruined Elephant and Piggie for my own daughter.
I want you to read that again but with the mental image of Gerald, the Elephant sighing and then exploding with worry.
I RUINED ELEPHANT AND PIGGIE FOR MY DAUGHTER.
She won't let me read the books anymore. "No Mama" she says, pushing the book away every time I try.
How can I call myself a teacher? A lover of children's literature?
What if the same thing happens when it is time to read Harry Potter? What if *gasp* she doesn't share the same love of certain books with me?