reading to my son

I fell in love with children’s books a second time when I pulled out some favorite books to read to my son. It was fun to read to him, but he took it a step further and requested different voices, sound effects, some acting, and varied endings, from me. Some of his favorite stories were, The Clever Carpenter (Alley 1988), The Little Engine That Could (Piper 1976), and Goldilocks and the Three Bears. My son wanted a new ending to that story, and at least have one of the bears let Goldilocks know that she was not welcome.

This is not the version of the Goldilocks story I told my son – but it is my version of the story, but rather what I think Goldilocks’s side of the story would be.

I don’t know why those silly bears got into a tizzy when they found me napping in their house.  Everyone around here knows me and says I am welcome anytime. That Bear family just moved in and when I went over to introduce myself and bring some of my mother’s special raspberry jam, no one answered the door, so I went in to put it on their large wooden table.

But then I noticed they hadn’t finished their breakfast. Of course, I had to try a bite, and from each bowl.

The cereal in the tiny bowl was still warm so I finished it off. Then I noticed they had these quaint chairs in three different sizes. I could barely climb into the first two, but the small was a perfect fit, or so I thought. I was a little heavy for it and a leg snapped. I hoped they wouldn’t notice. As I was checking the rest of their house out, I noticed their beds. The first was so hard like a plank of wood. The second was so squishy like a marshmallow. But the last one was perfect, and I had just laid down for a super-quick nap before I heard the three of them yelling and pointing in my face. I was so offended that they woke me up from such a sweet nap – it wasn’t very neighborly of them. I wanted to grab my mom’s jam on my way out, because of their lack of hospitality, but the little bear was right on my tail, so I just scrambled out of there.