Pixie is just at the stage of learning her colours. She can sign them perfectly – but hasn’t quite got the hang of knowing which name and sign go with which colour! That seems somehow back to front and so I’m really trying to push this at the moment. (Incidentally, did you know that tiny babies are not able to see in the full spectrum of colour? Alas, this is not an excuse for my daughter, because it’s largely believed that colour vision is fully developed by around 5 months of age!)
With Pixie’s confusion in mind, I decided to buy her a fun new book to help with her learning. We visited a bookshop and I (Pixie) settled upon The Dinosaur That Pooped a Rainbow.
I must confess to not having an especially developed sense of toilet humour – I’m a lady, don’t you know? However, sometimes it’s necessary to accept that what may reasonably be deemed in poor taste for an adult (pay attention hubby), is *perhaps* appropriate for a child.
Basically, I’m not a fan of joking about poo (let me tell you, it absolutely was not funny when my sweet little girl put her hand in her nappy yesterday while I was taking an important phone call). Sure, it’s an inevitable part of everyday life for us all; sometimes it’s even necessary to discuss it.
But do we really need to make crass jokes about it? Apparently, in some cases the answer is yes…
In fact, I need to clarify: I’m not against joking about poo per se; no – what I actually object to is grown men sharing photographic evidence of their accomplishments. Or, you know, the really descriptive narrative that negates the need for said image – because your poor brain is quite capable of conjuring one up now, thanks very much…
So, back to the book. The cover is ingenious, because as soon as Pixie saw it, she wanted it: bright colours and ice-cream – yes pleeeeease!
Of course, the whole series of books centres around dinosaur poop so, unsurprisingly, the stuff features here too.
Was I disgusted? Of course not. Was Pixie enthralled? Absolutely!
Has Pixie learned all her colours now? Well, she certainly knows brown, so you know. That’s something.
In fairness, there is a lot more to this book than plain old poop. The illustrations are fantastic and the bold colours are wonderful for holding the attention of little ones. Pixie is not great at sitting through a whole story yet, preferring to talk about what she can see on each page, and there’s plenty of scope to do that with this book.
Plus the fact that a whole two-page spread is dedicated to dinosaur poop is, of course, appealing to a toddler.
A curious fascination with body parts and what they do is a natural and inevitable part of childhood – we may as well embrace that and use it to our advantage! And since potty training is on the very imminent horizon, this book is actually quite perfect for my daughter’s age group.
Unless you’re a true prude (some would say I am), there’s a lot going for this series of books. Tom and Dougie have struck brown – I mean gold – with this concept. Sorry…