I thought it was Stein. Or Steen.
Anyway, Andy and I have been buying more books for Zain; our recent additions are Big Book of The Berenstain Bears (5 in 1) and A Hatful of Dr Seuss (5 or 6 in 1). I’m not liking the bulk books and will buy them separately from now on, I’m good with the whole trying to ease a dictionary sized book out of Z’s hands while I’m reading it. Too awkward. Anyway, reading these books to Zain made me realize how much they suck. Specifically The Berenstain Bears. And by the way, I really hate having to write out Berenstain every time I mention the book. Ah well. Jan and Stan…wait, what? Their names are JAN AND STAN? Hmmm. Of course, I’ll have to take that into account.
So I could blame the scardicious nature of the books on the time that they were written but…come on. Mama and Papa Bear don’t tell Brother Bear (then called Small Bear) that Mama is pregnant until she’s about to pop? Really? Because…it would make his head explode? Wait, Mom and Dad made the beast with two backs? Oh right! Husbands and wives slept in separate beds and had sex once a month through a sheet. Yeah, I know…obviously this is a children’s book NOT titled “The birds and the bees.” But still…clue the lil fella in, mmkay? So he knows he’s about to be
replaced a big brother.
My favorite part was when Brother and Papa Bear went to go make a new bed in the forest and come back to find the baby has already been born! It’s all so magical! It’s good to know that with my next child, I can just send Andy and Zain off to run errands while I calmly give birth alone! Alls it takes is a couple of good grunts, ya know? Just a lazy afternoon.
I really should write my own children’s books.