Why is the Sky Blue?

Went off to the library today and got some homeschooling related books. Also got a huge pile of books for the kids, including some non-fiction for E4 about plants. One called Why is the Sky Blue by Sally Grindley and Susan Varley. It is about a Rabbit who wants to learn and a Donkey who knows a lot, and the Rabbit wants to learn from him. The Donkey is willing to teach him everything as longs as the Rabbit sits still and listens which he promises to do over and over, but never manages to as he wanders off to discover wonderful things. It’s on one of those distractions, that Donkey finds him and teaches Donkey that lady bugs all have different numbers of spots. And so, Donkey rediscovers that energetic curiosity, and learns something new from young Rabbit. It was so very sweet and though it was an interesting co-incidence to stumble across such a story while I can think of little other than home education. (I didn’t even read the story until we got home so it was completely unintentional. ) Anyway, it reminded me of the way kids see the world and how they love to learn, and how they don’t always like to sit still and listen to learn. E4 certainly doesn’t and I’m learning to relax when I find her jigging around or drawing or doing other things when I’m reading to her. I need to remember that it doesn’t mean she’s not listening.

I’ve started reading her chapter books – Little ones, and last night it was such a joy to hear her laugh out loud as we read Piglet Meets a Heffalump. She thought the following bit was hilarious…

“And all the time Winnie-the-Pooh had been trying to get the honey-jar off his head. The more he shook it, the more tightly it stuck. ‘Bother!’ he said, inside the jar, and Oh, help!OW! And he tried bumping it against things, but as he couldn’t see what he was bumping it against, it didn’t help him; and he tried to climb out of the Trap, but as he could see nothing but jar, and not much of that, he couldn’t find his way. So at last he lifted up his head, jar and all, and made a loud, roaring noise of Sadness and Despair… and it was at that moment that Piglet looked down.

Help, help!‘ cried Piglet, ‘a Heffalump, a Horrible Heffalump!‘ and he scampered off as hard as he could, still crying out, ‘Help, help a Herrible Hoffalump! Hoff, Hoff, a Hellible Horralump! Holl, Holl, a Hoffable Hellerump!

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