We are giving chapter books a shot at our house, and our inaugural book is my childhood favorite, Charlotte’s Web. (The copy we are reading from is my actual book from 1979, and the pages in the back are still puckered with tear-dots.)
Jeffrey, my 4 1/2 year old, has been loving it- he looks forward to evening snuggling and reading a few more chapters; I have been less sure of what Eric, my 2 1/2 year old is getting from it. Until tonight, it wasn’t clear he even had a clue what we were reading…
Earlier this evening, I took Eric out alone for Mama time. We’re in the car, talking about how many red cars we could see, clouds, peanut butter, the merits of a potato bug over an earwig, and other fascinating things. On a whim, I asked him if he remembered anything about our chapter book.
“Serdin def” he chimed from the backseat.
Perplexed, I murmured the words to myself, trying to figure out what he was talking about. (Sometime I can be so dense…) Serdin def? Serdin def…. Hmmm.
“Serdin def, honey, what is that? Do you remember the piggy?” I prompt him.
“Mama!” he sounds exasperated with me, “serdin def for da piggy!”
And it dawns on me what he is saying. In the opening of the book, when Fern’s dad is going out to the hoghouse to see the litter of pigs, carrying his ax, and Fern intercedes, she saves Wilbur from “certain death”. Ah…ha. Of all the things for my baby to cue in on in this marvelous story, he grabs onto Certain Death. Great.
Thats my boy.