Rastamouse on the Ones and Twos
I’m going to admit something I’m not so proud of … I’m not a great fan of the Munchkin’s bedtime book. Don’t get me wrong, one story is a lovely, beautiful thing. It’s just reading that story half a dozen times I’m not keen on. I fully appreciate benefits that a bedtime story brings and the part they’ll play in the Munchkin’s development so they’re not going anywhere, but is wrong to say after the second read that night that I find them a little repetitive ? I ask you, how many times is a sane adult expected to read a Balamory book without trying of it ?
I fear I started on the wrong foot, albeit with best intentions. The Munchkin’s literary journey began with Beatrix Potter. In hindsight a little ambitious for a one year old. Not only were they long, they were far too advanced for pair of us. We’d both lost interest by page 5. We most definitely going to have to work up to that one. Fear not - we quickly found our groove and in no time had a collection of books that would do the British Library proud, each lasting no longer than about 5 minutes. Perfect.
That was a year ago and for the past 365 nights the Husband or I have lovingly read the Munchkin’s choosen book, our audience often demanding an encore or four. Is it any wonder the initial gleam has begun to fade ?
In my search of new additions to the collection I stumbled upon one of the most fun children’s books I’ve ever read … welcome to the world of Rastamouse. This crime fighting rodent fights a battle of good versus evil, often while trying to record his latest reggie album. And then of course there’s the help he lends at the orphanage too - he certainly has enough going on to keep us all amused. It’s even given me an opportunity to perfect my Jamaican accent and rapping skills. Both of which needed a LOT of work, but now I’m proud to say are Irie man.
