Another Ladybug Girl book today! This time, it was Ladybug Girl and the Best Ever Playdate, in which Ladybug Girl is super-excited for her play date with her buddy Finny... and Finny's awesome new Rolly-Roo toy, which is like a giant plush rocking horse on wheels that you can ride around anywhere. (Heck, now I kind of want a Rolly-Roo, it looks amazing.) The Rolly-Roo breaks! Finny accused Ladybug Girl of like the Rolly-Roo more than she likes Finny! But fortunately, in fixing Rolly-Roo together, the two girls remember that they actually share more than just a fondness for Rolly-Roos: namely, superhero secret identities! Finny is GRASSHOPPER GIRL! And then they run around propping up sunflowers and hula-hooping to fix Saturn's rings and then sidewalk-chalk drawing some new planets to be Saturn's friends.
That actually sounds like an amazing playdate. I also want a friend who will sidewalk chalk new planets with me. (I am beginning to suspect that I like these books so much because, in fact, I am Ladybug Girl, never mind that she's four.)
But I have to admit, I kind of wanted a book about what to do if you realize that you like a friend's toys more than you like the friend. Or, conversely, if you realize that one of your friends only likes you for your toys. These are hard-hitting issues for a four-year-old!
I also fixed Margaret Mahy's Bubble Trouble, which is poetry in picture-book form. Consider the opening lines:
Little Mabel blew a bubble, and it caused a lot of trouble...
Such a lot of bubble trouble in a bibble-bobble way.
For it broke away from Mabel as it bobbed across the table,
where it bobbled over Baby, and it wafted him away.
And then of course Baby gets blown all over town, and all the neighbors get in on the act of chasing him down and bringing him back to earth before the bubble pops. Adorable!
That actually sounds like an amazing playdate. I also want a friend who will sidewalk chalk new planets with me. (I am beginning to suspect that I like these books so much because, in fact, I am Ladybug Girl, never mind that she's four.)
But I have to admit, I kind of wanted a book about what to do if you realize that you like a friend's toys more than you like the friend. Or, conversely, if you realize that one of your friends only likes you for your toys. These are hard-hitting issues for a four-year-old!
I also fixed Margaret Mahy's Bubble Trouble, which is poetry in picture-book form. Consider the opening lines:
Little Mabel blew a bubble, and it caused a lot of trouble...
Such a lot of bubble trouble in a bibble-bobble way.
For it broke away from Mabel as it bobbed across the table,
where it bobbled over Baby, and it wafted him away.
And then of course Baby gets blown all over town, and all the neighbors get in on the act of chasing him down and bringing him back to earth before the bubble pops. Adorable!