Thoughts on the Elephant Who Went Shopping for Spats Right After His Mother Was Murdered
November 10th, 2006
It isn’t until you’re a parent that you realize that books for kids are often downright frightening. The first time I tried to read old, beloved Babar to my own children, I about dropped the book. I don’t remember it being that horrifying. But it really kind of is. This cover rendition (author/artist unknown, unfortunately), passed on to me by my friend Kirsten, sums up my feelings about the little elephant.
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