Disturbing Children’s Books
With our baby due at the end of February, the wife and I have been busy getting things ready in preparation for the big day. We’ve been making up the baby’s room, putting together a solid clothing ensemble for the little guy, picking up the odd toy here and there, as well as perusing some prime reading material.
As luck would have it, Karin’s parents sent us a nice library of children’s books that were published in the 60′s. Flipping through this amazing stash from the past, more than a few of the illustrations stood out as being a bit…unusual:
And what was the secret ingredient that made the soup so tasty? Children, apparently…
Not only was this enraged goose of gigantic proportions, it had the strength of ten monkeys and a hatred for mankind. I wonder if he dangled the old man over the rail like Vanilla Ice in the hands of Suge Knight, feet in beak, before finally dropping him to a crushing end.
This is morbidly disturbing. A baby tumbling from a tree, whose fall is going to be broken by a thin sheet of cotton held taught by two little girls? Factoring in the weight of the baby and the basket, the inertia built up during free fall, and the tensile strength of the agreed upon arresting device, one question instantly pops into my mind….how the hell did that baby get up in the tree in the first place?
My God…look at the size of that spider! For the love that all is holy…run! What they heck were they feeding those things in Holland at the turn of the century? Oh, I get it…babys! The “Hush-a-bye, Baby” poem suddenly makes total sense to me now…
This is perhaps the most depressing poem I have ever read. I sure hope she doesn’t break her legs upon impact. Tuck and roll, Joan. Tuck and roll…
