Margaret is reading up a storm. Last night, while we were changing her diaper for bed, she was saying “Don’t garden; father pie” which is her synopsis of the salient points of Peter Rabbit.* Sometimes, though, this fascination becomes a problem.
Coming in from the car the other day, she was reading her book, you know, like you do.
When she ran into an obstacle – the stairs.
She stopped short.***
She stared into the middle distance, before turning to me for help.
It’s really all very cute, if a little nerve-wracking, since I don’t want either Margaret or the books to sustain any damage. Particularly since the Beatrix Potter books are briefly out of print at the moment. The publisher is retouching the illustrations or something and rereleasing them slowly. You know, to build up excitement. Which is why I got an email from Amazon announcing Beatrix Potter’s NEW BOOK. The Tale of Jeremy Fisher. Humph.
*The exact** quotation is “Don’t go into Mr. Macgregor’s garden. Your father had an accident there; he was put into a pie by Mrs. Macgregor.”
**Well, as far as I can remember, and I don’t want to get up and go get the book, because it will remind Margaret that I am here, and she will want me to read the book, and then you won’t get a new post, which you wouldn’t like, would you?
*** But only compared to adults. Compared to other 2-year-olds, she’s quite tall, actually.
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