Coco asks so many questions!!! Her favorites are ‘Why?’ and ‘What’s that?’ She asks these all day long and most often while I am reading her a book.
It is sooooo funny! I read a sentence and she asks a question. I read another and she asks another. It can take 20 minutes to get through a book! My mother bought Coco a large boardbook version of The Snowy Day last winter. She loves it. Before we read the story Coco turns to the page where my mom wrote: “To Coco, from Grandma. I love you!” and ‘reads’, “I love you so, so much Grandma.” 🙂
Me: The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats.
Me: Because there was a lot of snow.
Coco: Why he all ‘lone?
Me: Um, well, his mom could see him out the window so he was okay. ..The snow was piled up very high along the street to make a path for walking.
Coco: Why her do that?
Me: It’s fun to make footprints in the snow.
..He walked with his toes pointing in, like that.
Coco: A stick!
Me: That’s right! It was a stick –a stick that was just right for smacking a snow-covered tree.
Coco: Why? Why they fight? That not friendly.
Me: Well, it’s just a game. Peter isn’t really hurt.
..He thought it would be fun to join the big boys in their snowball fight, but he knew he wasn’t old enough–not yet.
Coco: Why her have no arms?
Me: Well, you can make a snowman with arms or without arms. ..and he made angels.
Coco: Why? Why her do that?
Me: It’s fun to make angels in the snow!
Coco: (walking her fingers up the mountain and sliding down the other side like she has seen me do many, many times) Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, wheeeeee!
Coco: Why her have no eye?
Coco: (pointing) Where her eye?
Me: (laughing): Oh, well that’s just how the artist made the picture.
Coco (very seriously): Why?
Me: Why what?
Coco: Why he make it like that?
Me: Oh, well I guess he wanted to. When you are an artist you can make the pictures any way you want. He did this collage with pieces of paper, I think, and he didn’t want much detail.
Me: I guess he liked it that way.
Me: Listen. He looked in his pocket but his pocket was empty. The snowball wasn’t there.
Coco: Where the snowball go?
Me: It melted.
Me: Because his house was warm and it has to be cold for snow to not melt.
Coco: Why his house warm?
Me: Cause it’s really cold outside. They have the heat on to stay warm.
Coco: He sleep in his Mommy’s bed?
Me: It does look like my bed, doesn’t it?
Me: Well, it might be –but it also might be Peter’s bed.
Coco: Where the snow go?
Me: Well, he dreamed that the sun melted it.
Coco: Why the sun melt it?
Me: Well, he dreamed that but when he woke up his dream was gone. The snow was still everywhere. New snow was falling!
Me: Isn’t it pretty? Which snowflake is your favorite one?
Coco: Why they by theyself? That’s not safe.