I Hate Froggy
Klara asked me to read her “Froggy Goes to the Library” book 5 times in a row today. I knew it was coming, of course, but I thought it wasn’t going to be until she’s four or five. I have no idea how she can sit through such a long and complex story at this age. And it doesn’t even rhyme.
The worst part is that I don’t like Froggy. The story is about a little boy who is active and curious but everybody constantly screams him down and shames him for being a normal boy and not a creepy robot who sits still and speaks in a whisper.
I had no idea what the book was going to be like because I don’t know these characters. I still can’t tell Elmo from Curious George. (By the way, what’s up with Llama Llama’s father? Where is he? I’m starting to get horrible suspicions.) I only got Froggy because he was on sale. And now I know why.