Where is Maisie's Panda?
Where is Maisie's panda? This question has plagued the 0-3 year old demographic since time began.
Is it in the laundry?
Is it in the toilet?
Is it a lens-grinder in Omsk?
This book is definitely a classic in the lift-the-slightly-torn-flap style. It's a rollercoaster ride of suspense, disappointment and ultimate panda-related redemption. The splayed-finger hand flapping exhibited by it's 8-month-old favourer only proves the extent of the impact of this seminal text.
For if we are truly honest with ourselves, at some point in our lives do we not all lose our panda?
From the favourer's mother: "His criteria appears to be that the narrative must stand up to endless repetition."
Happy Baby Words
So many words. So many happy babies. The favourer fancies the baby girl with the soft brown eyes and the wispy curls. Personally I was quite partial to the fuzzy pink hat.
And the mind games! An orange orange? When nouns and verbs collide!
The babies are happy. The words are happy. And the cover is pleasingly squishy. It's a win-win situation.
Bedtime for the favourer, and for me. Night night, Possum.