When Daddy was a little boy by Alexander Raskin The Stories We Tell

Hello my lovely people of this world, hope you’re well! Hope you’ve been reading books or listening to books or making someone listen to books or all of the above, given that the weather leaves little option to do much else and also because what can be more fun than curling up with a book and a hot beverage 😍😍😍😍💯💯💯 Even more heartwarming is the experience of sitting with a book that is like a one way ticket to your childhood. This book, for me, is one of them. I won it as a ‘General Proficiency’ award (yes we had those weird and wonderful things when we were growing up 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼🌞🌞🤗🤗💥💥👏🏼👏🏼💪🏻💪🏻❣️) when I was in Grade 4 and I still remember how proud and happy it made me. I read the book over and over again while I was growing up and the. Of course forgot all about it until my Mum brought it with me during one of her visits to the U.K. and handed it over to me after my daughter was born. Even then, I never thought to read it much until recently and Anikka has loved it so much that we are now reading a couple of stories every night. It’s a simple book - a loving Dad who wants to make his often poorly child feel better so retells her stories of his own childhood. The translation isn’t great but the premise is so simple and it’s reassuring for kids to know that their parents were children too at one time and did all the things they now ask their wonderful kids not to :-) I hope you enjoy these little stories as much as I’ve loved reading them. Stay safe, keep reading, take care and don’t forget to be grateful for all the small things 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼❣️❣️❣️🥰🥰🥰🥰🎼🎼🎼📚📚📚📙📙📙