[/caption]I recently got a copy of "Falling Up" by Shel Silverstein. Princess loves the silly poems and illustrations. One night DMP read her a poem called "The Toy Eater". It goes a little somethin' like this:
You don't have to pick up your toys, okay?
You can leave 'em right there on the floor,
So tonight when the terrible Toy-Eatin' Tookle
Comes tiptoein' in through the crack in the door,
He'll crunch all your soldiers, he'll munch on your trucks,
He'll chew your poor puppets to shreds,
He'll swallow your Big Wheel and slurp up your paints
And bite off your dear dollies' heads.
Then he'll wipe off his lips with the sails of your ship,
And making a burpity noise,
He'll slither away—but hey, that's okay,
You don't have to pick up your toys.
Ever since, she has been VERY concerned with keeping her toys picked up. It is funny because it is to the point that we have expanded the legend to explain that he won't come unless we call him. Otherwise, I'd never get her out of the door in the morning!
2 comments:
yeah...nothing like fear to get kids doing stuff! I laugh. Good story MAK
You could always tell her she will go to jail otherwise. It seemed to be effective when Sam said it to her. By the way, he has been heard telling other kids firmly but regretfully, "I guess you have to go to jail then" when they won't do what he says. It works every time...
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