We read all sorts of bedtime stories to the kids when they were younger: the Gruffalo, The Gruffalo's child, even the slightly dodgy, and astonishingly award winning- "Rasta Mouse and Da Bag O Bling", but the one that always sticks in my mind, is "Small Brown Dog's Bad Remembering day."
I don't know where we got it, - I suspect it was a gift. It seemed inoffensive enough - the story of a little brown dog who was having a bad remembering day.
Turned out though, when I read it, the small brown dog couldn't just not remember stuff, he couldn't remember his name. So, he spent the entirety of the book, wandering around asking all the other dogs in the neighborhood, if they could help him work out who he was.
Most of the other dogs don't know his name, but they do know stuff like he likes chasing squirrels, and jumping in puddles, and eventually after recognizing all the things that make him who he is, the small dog remembers his own name.
After the first read I said to Mark that the small brown dog was frankly a black-out drunk and should be taken off the reading repertoire. But as with most things, ...read more
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