Gabriel was somewhat traumatized by the scene where Littlefoot’s mother is killed by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. “Why did the T-rex have to be so mean?” he kept asking me. No manner of “It’s just a movie” or “That’s the way of nature” logic seemed to smooth the ruffles in his little empathetic heart. He finally swore his eternal hatred of all T-rexes EVER and has since moved on to other things. But I’m still thinking about the movie, and I’ve decided that it fits on my growing list of children’s things that are not appropriate for children. Scary carnivores who eat people’s mothers = bad.
We bought Gabriel this Little Encyclopedia of Animals because it had a big picture of a panda on the cover and Gabriel is, well, there’s no word strong enough to describe his adoration of pandas. We were all somewhat disappointed when an immediate search of the book yielded only one small picture of a panda, but Gabriel sat right down and insisted I read him the caption....
What??? Let’s just say I wish the fool editors of this book could have seen the horrified look on Gabriel’s face. Don’t these people have kids?
Topping my list of stories inappropriate for children are the books (and we own every one) about that ever inquisitive monkey Curious George. Why my children, without fail, have each gone through a period of George worship I do not know. Because when you really stop to examine the stories, they are more than a little bit disturbing.
Observe: indigenous baby animal is kidnapped from his native Africa and shipped to America where he is adopted by
Just look at all the useful lessons my children have learned from George:
And last but not least, if you find a strange bottle, be sure to pull off the cork and take a good whiff so you can have happy thoughts and see dancing stars before you pass out.
Tags: motherhood, Curious George, children’s books, pandas.