Censored

Always good to remember: amazingly talented artistry and fun fonts do not a quality children's book make.

After a trip to the library this evening, Micaiah has a healthy stack of fresh board books to peruse as well as a supply of bedtime stories she has not already heard about twenty times each. I was reminded, however, that these new tales may need a little pre-screening before story time rolls around and I find myself reading a very well-illustrated account of a decrepit corpse repeatedly visiting an innocent young boy and his grandmother while cruelly demanding perfection in his pumpkin-flavored pastries.

Fortunately Micaiah is not yet at the age where she comprehends the concept of death, or burying a dead husband in a pumpkin patch or "haunting" or crotchity-refusing-to-die-for-lack-of-pumpkin-pie old men - nor does she seem to notice when Mommy chooses not to finish a book and switches stories halfway through.

But from now on, we're invoking censorship in our library selections!