The Snowy Day

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.

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night.  It covered everything as far as the eye could see.

Coco: Why mommy?  Why it cover e’rything?

Me: Because there was a lot of snow.

Me:  After breakfast he put on his snowsuit and ran outside..

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.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, his feet sank into the snow. He walked with his toes pointing out, like this.

Coco: Why her do that?

Me: It’s fun to make footprints in the snow.

..He walked with his toes pointing in, like that.

Me: Then he dragged his feet s-l-o-w-l-y to make tracks.  And he found something sticking out of the snow that made a new track.

Coco: A stick!

Me: That’s right! It was a stick –a stick that was just right for smacking a snow-covered tree.

Me: Down fell the snow –plop! –on top of Peter’s head.

Coco: (laughs)

Me: He thought it would be fun to join the big boys in their snowball fight..

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.

Me: So he made a smiling snowman

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!

Me: He pretended he was a mountain-climber. He climbed up a great big tall heaping mountain of snow– and he slid all the way down.

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!

Me: He picked up a handful of snow– and another, and still another. He packed it round and firm and put the snowball in his pocket for tomorrow.  Then he went into his warm house.

Me: He told his mother all about his adventures while she took off his wet socks.

Coco: Why her have no eye?

Me: What?

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.

Coco: Why?

Me: I guess he liked it that way.

Me: So Peter got into the tub and thought and thought about his adventures.

Me: Before he got into bed he looked in his pocket..

Coco: Why?

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.

Coco: Why?

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.

Me: He felt very sad.

Coco: He sleep in his Mommy’s bed?

Me: It does look like my bed, doesn’t it?

Coco: Yes.

Me: Well, it might be –but it also might be Peter’s bed.

Coco: Yes.

Me: While he slept, he dreamed that the sun had melted all the snow away.

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!

Coco: It’s pink!

Me: Isn’t it pretty? Which snowflake is your favorite one?

Me: After breakfast he called to his friend from across the hall, and they went out together into the deep, deep snow.

Coco: Why they by theyself? That’s not safe.

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3 Responses to The Snowy Day

  1. JM says:

    A) I love that book!!
    B) H. asks a ton of questions too when I read – I can barely get thru the story sometimes!

  2. K says:

    O.M.G! First of all I bought this book and five other books involving the Peter character for K last Christmas and he loves them. My mom read these books to me when I was a child! Second, K does the same thing. It takes a long time to get through a book because every page raises a question or comment. I just go with the flow, turn the pages slowly, and we have a dialogue about the book rather than me reading straight through. We have intelligent, inquisitive kids with great comprehension skills!

  3. Jessi says:

    she’s so smart! I love it.

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