
A highly entertaining account written from the point of view of a one year old (an extremely articulate one year old), as they explore the absurdities of the world, discovering how to walk, swim and manipulate parents. Other topics that come under discussion are parents, nursery rhymes, colds, crying and ... poo!
Interesting stuff I found in it.
"Rock-a-bye Baby
On the treetop
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
Down will come baby, cradle and all"
Point 1: What on earth is the cradle doing in the tree in the first place? What kindof psycho parent is going to lovingly nestle a baby in a cradle, then climb up a tree with it and leave it there? And, note, not just anywhere in the tree, but right up to the treetop?
Point 2: When the cradle is in the treetop, what starts happening? The wind starts blowing. You might think that even the cruelest parent would feel just a bit remorseful and climb back up the tree and rescue said baby. But no. Oh, no. Quite the opposite. The parent self-evidently just sits it out and waits for things to go from bad to badder. What happens next is that the bough breaks. Now, I know for a fact that a wind has to be pretty damn powerful to break a bough, especially a bough that is strong enough to have carried the weight of a cradle and a baby in the first place.
Would you have even think of those points when you first read your nursery rhymes?