My DS is almost 3 and like every other child that age loves a story or twenty at bed time.
I often go to the library to stock up and it has really struck me how many kids’ books are stuffed to the brim with bears. Bloody bears everywhere. Polar bears, pandas, hibernating bears, bears with guns (I am looking at you Janet and Allan Ahlberg), bears eating ice cream/honey/porridge/berries/marmalade sandwiches but never baby seals or weasels. Surely we have reached Peak Bear?!
And don’t get me started on the foxes- one minute a fox is about to eat a mouse in the Gruffalo then you start the next book (by the same author!) and Mr Fox is wearing a bow tie and living in a house with a mouse who is always losing his socks.
I thought I quite liked animals until I had a child. Now I never want to see another pig for as long as I live.
Thank goodness for Sue Hendra- Simon Sock is my saviour.