bye, astrid
friday, march 8, 2002
vargen ylar i nattens skog,
han vill men kan inte sova
hungern river hans vargabuk,
och det �r kallt i hans stova..
du varg, du varg kom inte hit, ungen min f�r du aldrig
vargen ylar i nattens skog,
ylar av hunger och klagan
men jag ska ge'n en grisasvans
som passar i vargamagar
Du varg, du varg kom inte hit, ungen min f�r du aldrig.
sov, mitt barn i b�dden hos mor,
l�t vargen yla i natten
jag ska ge'n en h�nsaskank,
om ingen annan tatt 'en..
--vargas�ngen, (ronja) astrid lindgren
my favourite author of children's book, and the author who most helped bring out the urge to binge-read in me, was buried today. her name was astrid lindgren, and she gave birth to an unbelievable amount of literary characters for children to identify with--most internationally, she's known for having created pippi longstockings.
it just makes me a bit sad, 's all. bye story-lady. i'll never stop reading of ronja and birk borkason and nils karlsson pyssling and karlsson pa taket and mio min mio and broderna lejonhjarta and madicken and, and, and.. the list is so long. (yes, pippi, of course.)
so. thank you for that. :) cin cin. �� 11:09 p.m.
...
so, my spring break has officially started, and i'm celebrating by getting to spend the night at angela's. woo! so, i hung out with her boy, garrett (4.5 yo). he's such a blast! seriously.
i made him a jelly sandwich and we both drank milk and he went: "jennie, do you know what a milky way is?" .. i was pretty sure he wasn't referring to the candy bar, so i said no. .."it's when you do this!"
and he drank some milk and got a milk mustache, then wiped his mouth along his bare arm and yup! the milk-wipe on his arm = the milky way.. hee! then we watched shreck. it was okay, but the language made me cringe a bit.
garrett: "i don't think the ogre is a good guy.."
me: "why? he just doesn't have good manners. it's not his fault."
garrett: "but he said.. (whispers) SHUT.. UP!!"
me: "oh! that's true, but just because he doesn't know how to behave properly, it doesn't make him a bad guy, just ill-mannered."
garrett: "(half-convinced) oh.."
and i cringed at the 'eat me!' joke, but whatever.. what can you do. it was alright (what was up with mocking short guys, though? "ha ha, i'm considered a monster, but, YOU, you're SHORT!")
lastly, i taught garrett that curious george's name in swedish is nicke nyfiken, and he happily exclaimed "nicke nyfiken!" every time george was mentioned in the story i read to him (how bizarre is the space monkey story? laika, anyone?)
i sang him the wolf song above, and then told him an abbreviated version of the ronja the robber's daughter story. "ronja was the daughter of the chief of a gang of robbers.."
garrett: "were they BAD guys?"
me: "yes, they stole things from people."
garrett: "(excited) did they have GUNS?!"
me: "..no! no guns. guns didn't exist."
garrett: "so did they have STICKS then?!"
me: "no! no sticks either!"
garrett: "so then i don't understand the point you are making!"
me: "(flabbergasted) umm.. the fighting is not a point at all.. we haven't reached the point yet.."
garrett: "(pause, sudden lightbulb goes off) OH, i get it.. they used their bodies (smashes fist into hand) to beat each other with!"
me: "hrm.. yeah.."
knowing that kids like garrett exist make me happy. and they make me understand how much astrid cared for all the kids of the world and why she gave them so many fellow kids in books to relate to. go astrid. :) cin cin. �� 10:34 p.m.
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