The Queen and I have been reading books to The Little Prince very night as part of the bedtime routine. Which makes sense, because we are awesome parents, but that’s beside the point. One of the books we’ve been reading to him is an alphabet book. After a couple times through we both realized there was something very wrong with it.
It starts off perfectly fine:
A is perfectly normal. How about B?
And so it goes. Innocent. Normal. Expected. Everything you could want from a starting alphabet book.
But then we come to V.
Here is a list of V words that would be better than what is in the book:
Vegetable: yummy, yummy, for your tummy.
Violin: a stringed instrument that can make music soar.
Vacuum: how we clean up after two messy cats.
Vector: magnitude and direction.
Volume: what Daddy has to turn up when the little one starts screaming.
Valium: what Mommy has to take to make it through the day.
Velociraptor: a dinosaur that isn’t living under your bed. Probably…
Yes, all of those would have been better than this:
Seriously? VAN? All the potential V words out there and they went with van… and that’s the picture they went with… and it drives far away…